Dear BHS,
Bye.

Sincerely,
A senior who has undergone senioritis, quarantine, much stress and anxiety, an abundance of books, loss of sleep, a stolen phone, less and less trees on campus every year, multiple fight viewings, at least thirty fire alarms, falling down stairwells on more than one occasion, dissecting a dogshark, no fog delays, haunted Harvey stories, free food, increased musical and academic skills, more political knowledge than I care for (and will probably forget, sorry), countless intriguing digressions from teachers, the rumor of a “swimming pool” on top of the gym (I didn’t fall for it for the record), very hot weather, a much larger campus than average, bird attacks (may be a bit of an exaggeration), the gain of many great friends, and a lifetime of memories. And lots of cockroaches too (can’t forget that).

P.S. I’m glad I went here, to the school so great that they named a city after it.
P.P.S. But, more trees would be nice (just saying).