As the year had drawn
to a close, almost everyone is now sad that we are moving out of the
Old Skool. You were great place, full of memories of joy and happiness,
but also those of hardship and struggles. You gave us one year of our
life, the beginnings of our journey through high school and the IB
program. I am grateful to be the last class to have truely gotten to
know you, and known your beauty. Sometimes, we get frustrated with your
shortcomings, and your dirtiness, but as we face the fact that we will
see you no more, we come to realize that we cannot expect too much from
you. You are like a family memeber. Sometimes we feel like we hate you,
but in the end, it is hard for us to part. I am honored and glad to be
one of the last people to be with you through summer school. May you
rest in peace.
RIP
Atlantic Community High School : 2501 Seacrest Blvd.
(1500 BC - 2005 AD)
~UnJin
Alas! Our time at
our old tree-ful old building has come to a close, and we will now roam
the real hallways of a new concrete jungle. I shall miss the
filthy hellholes we called bathrooms, and Fluffy, the cockroach
that lived in Ieraces classroom and seemed to have taken a great liking
to me. I will never forget the times I feared
a spider would drop onto my head from the partially
disintegrated ceilings, or that memorable thunderstorm on that fateful
Friday. But most of all, I shall always cherish the great lesson
that our wonderful old home taught all of us: "Always wear close-toed
shoes, lest your toes get dirty and therefore extremely itchy."
It was an honor to be a part of the last class to pass through your
"hallways."
--Michelle
As we move on to greener
pastures (or rather cleaner pastures), I shall never forget that
you harbored our first amazing year as freshmen. You were our
transition from junior high preteens to angst filled teenagers. Like
any other school you treated us right with your ancient trees that gave
us shelter and breezy air, and when vexed you allowed the sacred
cappuccino machine to be removed from the cafeteria and hordes of evil
birds to pellet us with droppings. You saw friendships and romances
form and crumble. For an entire year our lives revolved around your
grounds and your classrooms. And upon entering our new, pristine
school, your silent presence shall never be forgotten.
-Mel
