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If you think about it, seven years is a pretty long time. Seven years ago, Saddam Hussein was just being removed from power in Iraq. Ashton Kutcher was still dating women his own age, one of which happened to be Brittany Murphy, who was still alive then. The iPod still wasn't in color. LeBron James was just being drafted into the NBA. People still listened to Kid Rock instead of burning his albums in the middle of a Nevada desert and he released the number thirteen song of the year. Seven years ago, I entered the sixth grade at SACS.
As I sit here to write my final column, it’s finally sinking in that it’s really all over. I’ve known that this day would come for a long time now, but it still managed to catch me off-guard. It’s been like standing on a train track for seven years watching the headlights in the distance slowly getting closer, only to have the train smash you into a bloody mess when you bend down to tie your shoes. I’m not really sure how I feel about leaving yet. SACS has become something of a home and a family to me, even if it has been more dysfunctional at times than the Gosselin clan on hallucinogens. In a strange, unexpected way, I’ve really grown to love the people of this school, especially those in my class. I really know I’m going to miss you all when we go our separate ways.
I believe this is the part where I am supposed to impart some great bit of wisdom to the underclassmen, something that they can take with them into the coming year and become stronger people and better Christians. However, I really think that I’m going to pass on doing that. I am a firm believer that lessons that you learn on your own are infinitely more useful than those simply handed to you by another, and that teenagers are much more likely to resent any advice given to them than to thank the advisor—I know I did. I don’t claim to be some kind of moral guru with four years’ worth of brilliant knowledge that needs to be passed on to the foolish underclassmen. It’s your life; think for yourself and make your own decisions about what you believe and what you think is right and wrong. Ultimately, you’re the one who is going to have to live with whatever decisions you make, so you might as well make sure they are ideas you really want to stand by and not just someone else’s opinion that means nothing to you.
I suppose that to close the last article that I will ever write for The Revelation, I just want to tell you all to have fun while you all are in high school. Don’t go out and do anything stupid, obviously--I'm not trying to encourage kids to bring an unloaded gun to school and wave it around during math class just because one of you stupid underclassmen thinks that watching the skinny asthmatic girl dive under a chair and hyperventilate sounds like a fun social experiment. Enjoy whatever time you have left at SACS—believe me, it flies by. Everyone have a great year next year. I’m sorry I won’t be here to share it with you.

Ahhh, who am I kidding? I’m going to college next year! See you later, losers! Woo!!!!!!!