My four years at Beaumont have come to an end, and technically there is nothing I can do. I’ve passed my senior project, passed junior shadowing, and I passed my classes. At this point I have no choice but to graduate.

 So what is a poor, almost-graduate supposed to do? I have been truly asking myself this question. For a week and a half now I have been coming home with no homework to do. It’s such an unknown, eerie feeling. For the past four years I’ve been coming home at four-thirty, going upstairs to my room, and doing homework until eleven. But now that I am done with classes, I have nothing to do and honestly, this is frightening. How can I become used to being without something that I’ve become used to for four years?

 Better yet: How can I become used to being without Beaumont, when I’ve become used to it for four years? I became so used to a set routine. I would always see two of myfriends in Math, a few in Bio. Next year, I won’t be able to fall back into that routine. Some of my friends are going to college out of state, like Virginia, New York, and North Carolina. Of course, we’ll keep in touch, but imagine how different things will be when I only see them twice a year instead of every school day for ten months.

Once you have bonded with someone and stuck with them for four years, it’s hard to move on.

It’ll be hard to move on knowing that I won’t see the same adults walking down the hallway everyday. After a few months you become used to hearing the clicking sound of Bossu Boots. After a few years you become used to hearing "Mornin’ Hook" or "Cool beans!" And by the time this article is published I’ll only have about five days to listen to it one more time or thank the teachers that I never really got to say thank you to.

 How can I deal?

The answer?

(In a Tony Soprano-like voice): "Ah, fuhget about it."

 I’ll move on like the Beaumont women ahead of me. Even though I’m going to Miami University, which is on the other side of Ohio in Oxford, my heart will be still be in Cleveland Heights. I know that right now it seems like this is completely and utterly impossible. But it will be done. I’ll walk out those heavy double doors on the North Park side and see the statue of Angela Merici for the final time. I hope to leave a little bit of me behind. The crazy, weird, goofy me. The one that plays piano during track practices and gets yelled at for it. You know…the one that was never quite in uniform during her senior year. The one that stuck to her Mac like glue. Yeah, that one.

I mean, I don’t  leave a "legacy" or anything, butI like to know that people will remember me. Just a little bit. They will remember, and I'll be in their prayers, because that is Beaumont, too.