by Hannah Wolf
This is the last time I’m ever going to be writing for the Dart. And naturally, it’s 1 a.m. the night before its due. Can you really blame me though? After two years of multiple 1000 word stories, countless interviews, and hundreds of rough drafts, I want to make this last one count.
This whole year, I’ve spent my time thinking about “the first time I” got hurt, knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, or fought with my brother. But now that I have to say goodbye to the beloved academy, the homely publications room, and the tremendous Dart staff, I’ve spent my time thinking about “the last time I” am going to do things.
For instance, I recently spent my last publication night listening to Nickelback on Pandora, pantsing Katie McCombs in front of Mr. Thomas, and trying to fit Sara-Jessica Dilks into a locker. I had to tell Mary O’Leary for the last time that she couldn’t make up headlines such as “three girls killed in school fire.” I answered my last hypothetical question from Mr. Thomas, naturally with something to do about a statue of Helen Keller.
I spent one of my last days of newspaper class in a race to see who could eat an oreo with no hands. And people wonder why I actually look forward to going to newspaper class…
Other “lasts” include:
The last time I pull into the parking lot at 7:41 and magically find a parking spot close to M&A.
The last time I forget to check out of advisory.
The last time I spend my period one free in Ms. Drummond’s office, even though we’re not allowed to do that anymore.
The last time I attempt to open a door and then realize I have to type in a code to get in.
The last time I have to ask if I’m allowed to get more than two slices of Waldo pizza.
The last time I come up with an excuse to talk to Ms. Bone just to get candy.
The last time I avoid walking on the seal because of bad luck.
The last time I eat my whole lunch in advisory or get yelled at for using my phone during advisory.
The last time I call my mom to check me out of school just so I can go out to lunch or leave early to go shopping.
The last time I come to school without my netbook charged and have to ask a girl in every class for a charger.
The last time I go through a pack of matches in anatomy class with Maggie Rellihan because it smells so bad.
The last time I was on time to class. Just kidding that was never.
The last time I run a cross country race with Mary O’Leary and Meka Kelly, we were purposely in last place the whole race and may have gotten the slowest 5k time in history.
The last time I forget to go to a Care Club officers meeting.
The last time Mr. Fast actually cared about our advisory…was never.
The last time I read a book for lit class was junior year.
The last time I turn off the snooze button five times before my mom has to wake me up to go to school.
The last time I crash one of Ms. Good’s advisory parties to hangout with Mary Cate Feuerborn.
The last time I hand out fake free Chipotle gift cards with Marianna Messerli and Allison Fitts.
The last time I have a random girl hold the door open for me, the last time I paint my whole body blue for a volleyball game against Sion, the last time I dress up with my dad for the father-daughter dance. The last time I wake up excited to go to school, the last time I spend days with the girls in my grade, the last time I attend STA. These “last times” are what make me not want to leave or graduate. These last times make me appreciate my time here so much more. These last times is why I will always love STA.
