Yes, I am calling this final blog post a quote from one of my favorite eighties movies. Well, my all time favorite movie really. But when you think about it, we all really are just a bunch of athletes, princesses, brains, criminals, and basket cases.
Of course, I can’t just not jam out to Don’t you Forget About Me by Simple Minds as I write this.
Well this certainly isn’t Saturday detention, it’s more of a place we actually want to be. We definitely aren’t smoking pot, and hiding in ceilings. We don’t have an angry principal breathing down our necks, we have two teachers instead who secretly don’t like us from afar (I’m kidding, you only don’t like us just a little bit).
And instead of the Breakfast Club, we are the much cooler, Propel. I mean I would hope we’re what kids call cool these days.
I’m not going to make this some sappy rendition of all the profound life changes I’ve had, or the mesmerizing things I’ve learned, and how much of a family this little program is to me.
Instead, let’s talk about John, Claire, Andy, Allison, and Brian, and well us but not in a cheesy, mushy way.
These students go from being total strangers on March 24th, 1984, to by the end of the day, becoming considerable friends. I can say the least.
That’s kind of like us, Propel. Within the first few days we became quite comfortable with each other, and that has built up all the way till now.
Honestly, we all aren’t going to walk out of here with fists in the air, and a whole narrative essay about us. But, we are all going to walk out of here.
And that’s kind of scary in a way.
You’re going back to your home school, coming back from the program that was nothing like regular high school and now you’re being put right back into it. How does that work? I guess we will all have to wait and just see.
“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all”
Andy, The Breakfast Club
This is supposed to be a celebratory aura of a blog post. So way to go me for adding this somewhat depressing thing of a quotation.
But, I believe it’s quite relevant to this program, and well everything.
We were all just a group of random teenagers from the same division; with varying array of talents, skills, and interests. We all sat at random seats, unsure of the other kids around us. Most of us afraid to talk, except the ones who knew each other already. Some of us were just better at hiding our own peculiarity.
Within the first couple weeks, we were a complete different group of kids. It was pretty remarkable.
There probably won’t be a reunion after this program is finished within the two more weeks we have left.
I’ll be honest. I’m going to miss all you nerds. I’m not gonna have to get up at 6:30 anymore, and have to take two buses just to get here.
That’s enough cheesy “I’m going to miss you” stuff for one day.
Over the course of the semester, I have come to love my denim vest with great pride, and have recently improved my eyebrow drawing skills, and have had continuous jam sessions with everyone during whatever time we chose to burst out into random acts of song and dance.
We’ve had countless classic rock tunes played, and a lot of laughs.
I’m not sure what else to type into this farewell. Maybe it’s because I can’t think of the words, or my hands are too cold and numb to actually type them out if I had them. Maybe it’s a little of both.
But what can you do?
To all the students who are bound after us, do what you like, create and imagine all you want, make your stay here worth while because believe me it goes by fast, and you have less time than you initially thought.
Don’t forget about us.
Kerri Lynn Marion
*fist bumps the air and walks away in a long trench coat*