Kara Nussbaum – Yearbook Editor – Goodbye. I’m leaving and I’m not coming back. It’s nothing personal, but it’s moving past my four years of high school into a new season of life. It’s time to confront the memories spent in these gray halls, and to teach ourselves to move on. First and foremost, thank you to all of the friends I’ve had throughout high school. Thank you for committing to walk beside me for the time you have. It’s been great. Thank you Mr. Blackburn, for teaching me how to treat people with respect. Thank you for teaching that merely “existing” doesn’t get you anywhere. Thank you Mrs. Dodson, for teaching me that reading isn’t just for nerds, and that amidst the hardest times, there’s always someone around to talk to. Thank you Mr. Gaff, for teaching me that you don’t have to be the best at something to enjoy it. Thank you for never discouraging me from getting my pink Cadillac one day. Thank you Mr. Surface, for teaching me how to become a better leader, how to become the person I want to be, but most of all, how to play Coup. Mark my words, I will beat you. Thank you Mrs. Gill, for teaching me to add my personal flair in what I’m doing. Thank you for teaching me that “red flower, green stem” should always help me create my own path. Thank you Mr. Dodson, for teaching me that tough love is necessary. Thank you for teaching me that dry humor has its place in absolutely every aspect of life, and that regular Mountain Dew is ten times better than diet. Thank you Mrs. Tedrow, for teaching me that gentleness and kindness help in all situations. Thank you for teaching me that chocolate chip cookies go a long way, and that working at midnight is sometimes when you’re the most productive (and most hysterical). Lastly, thank you Ms. Warner, for teaching me that it’s okay to be stressed as long as you get your work done. Thank you for teaching me that caffeine is never an option, and that sometimes a nap will help, too. Thank you for teaching me that life isn’t all about me all of the time, and for teaching me how to put others before myself. Center Grove grew me for thirteen years (if you include the year of half day kindergarten), and it’s time for my farewell. A little advice: you don’t really know what senioritis is, or really what you had during high school, until fourth nine weeks of your senior year. Congratulations to the rest of the class of 2017, we made it.