To My Dearest High School,
I don’t know where to start. I am tired of waking up at 6 a.m. to visit you. The commute is rather long and when I am late, you decide to punish me. I feel like you don’t want to understand me at all. You offer many sports and after-school clubs that don’t exactly fit who I am.
I am not going to lie to you, I am seeing someone else. The University of Arizona caught my eye last year in October. Aside from her beautiful campus, I think she is really smart. She offers classes that I am actually interested in and works around my schedule.
She lives in Arizona and she’s hot, not the humid hot. She throws fits in August and July, but I can deal with that. You tend to give me the cold shoulder one day, but then you’re happy the next day. I honestly do not understand your mood swings.
Alas! To say that I never loved you would be a lie. I won’t forget the great friends you connected me with and the sense of freedom you gave me from home. You allowed me to escape my personal life at its worst times and offered me guidance when I needed it the most.
You have made me grow as a person over these past four years. They say you never stop loving someone, but learn to live without them.
Emmanuel-John Balmonte Batayola