As another school year passes,

It's hard not to look back on the swift last moments that you had with the ones you know. It's hard not to think about all the little things they told you and said when you knew you would see them the next day.

I can gladly say that my year staying here in Las Vegas was to this day, the most memorable I have ever experienced in my life. Nothing can compare to the people I have run into while calmly trying to attend to my own personal needs, nothing compares to those people who are always an open hand; nothing compares to the countless nervous times trying to talk to a pretty girl, or to the quick glance to that one girl across the room. Ultimately, nothing can compare to what my friends –more or less family- has taught me.

The time spent walking through the worn corridors that have heard decades of laughter and smiles; it makes me feel like I am contributing to the near ancient library of memories. Going through crowds of people, hearing that "one" thing that will catch your attention, or your friends lost in the crowds. It's things like this that I will miss the most. It's all the memories archived in my mind that I will look back onto and laugh out loud at myself. Constantly dwelling on the people you may never see again, even through all the memories created with one another, it will be a crest.

These are the days that we will remember, these times where we move forward towards our futures.

Summer approaches for us all; we look out the window to the hot air outside and we remember the first time the winter season came creeping in and being surprised about the cold in such a desert – then buying all the nice little winter clothing you could lay your eyes on. The store I would go to with my friends in a white "Soccer Mom" van was called "Heritage", it was the first time I waited outside a dressing room waiting for her to put on something with a nice plaid texture on it. Ugh! How I dread doing that…

Though, it's unfortunate that people will always say to themselves that "They are glad it's over with." I guess I'm one of the few people that will appreciate the gathering of one another.

I will miss the times afterschool where long conversations will be unceasingly liberated from the grips of social judgment and where holding hands is for real. This year was definitely something never to forget, all was never regretted, and the regretted smiled upon. I can't help but to want just one more day to mingle with all the people I have known and make dreams out of memories I will have.

It's time to conclude this little prose that I compose.

One day, we I hope to meet again.

Thank you.