I remember the first day of Lely like it was yesterday. I remember waking up promptly at 5:30 a.m. in the morning. My brother (Jonathan) was, of course, rushing me around to get out of the house on time and expectedly my mom and dad were a bit emotional.
The ride up to school seemed endless, but curiously enough I wasn’t nervous — that is, the nerves had not kicked in until we pulled into the parking lot of Lely High School. Yet, as my brother hit reverse into his parking spot, my stomach dropped. I franticly looked out of my window searching for just one friendly face.
I found a close friend and together the two of us walked into the cafeteria. I picked up my schedule and headed for my first class at Lely High School. As the day came to an end, so did my nerves. I felt startlingly comfortable at my new home, yet I was that innocent, naive freshmen — but not for long. I worked harder academically than I ever thought I could. I not only wanted to get noticed at Lely, I wanted to make a difference.
Over the four years of high school, cliques again became more clearly defined, academic competition was like nothing I had ever seen and the opportunity to sink or swim was ever present. These past few years flew by.
Before I blinked, I was back from summer and I was beginning my senior year. Swim season seemed to come and go before it even started. Submission of my college applications seems to be directly followed by my acceptance letter to the University of Miami (my dream school), and prom just happened to sneak up.
From being crowned Homecoming King, to just the thought of moving to a new place next year, my senior year has been all I could have asked for. So now that May 29 is here and I am about to say goodbye to Lely High School for the last time, I would like to thank and say goodbye to a few people.
Mrs. Nancy DuVall, a teacher who has taught me more than an English class could ever offer. She has been more than a teacher-she has been a mother, a guiding light, an inspiration. There is no way I will ever forget her thick Kentucky accent, or the priceless lessons she has taught me. Mrs. Darla Morris, a woman who truly has seen me grow up from my days at Tommie Barfield to my senior year here at LHS, has always been there in the front office advising and helping me plan my next move. Mr. Tom Briscoe, a true scholar and gentleman, has taught me that the pen is truly mightier than the sword. Lastly, I would like to thank the Class of 2009, a class filled with not only jocks, intellects, or wallflowers, but a class filled with truly amazingly well-rounded people who thrive at so many different things.
So, this is my story, which is both similar and different from the Class of ’09 graduates, and it may seem like there hasn’t been a ton of change in my life, but there has. My eyes and mind are wide open and ready to take on a new world.
I am ready to conquer the University of Miami. I am ready for all the unexpected turns that I know life will throw at me. Ultimately, I am ready to show the world what I have to say through my photography. I am now starting fresh and starting new. I am soon to be a graduate of Lely High School, something I will always say with a sense of pride that only a true Lely Trojan can understand.
When I started writing this, I started thinking about what I could say to thank my parents. I have finished writing this and words still escape me; and while the words escape me, my love is crystal clear.