Well. It appears that the school year has ended. All these bright memories reverberate throughout my head as I write this. The feelings of relief I had after finishing an exam, the feeling of happiness I had when I spoke to my friends, the feeling of nervousness I had when the teacher called on me and I didn’t have an answer. It ended now, but I guess it also ended when this quarantine debacle started. This is my final hurrah. My final goodbye.

Walking into English class gave me this sense of comfort. I could choose who I sat next to, but also had the chance to interact with other people. It was fun. Mr. T was always interactive and very social with his students. It was a great class, and no, not an English class. It was a humanitarian class. The year started out rough because I was put in a table in which I had very little knowledge of everyone. However as time passed and we did group activities, our bonds grew. I finally felt comfortable. Yeah there was also this presentation in which one of members struggled, but I think we pulled through in the end. The movies we watched were some of the greatest of all time. I loved The Seven Samurai and Spirited Away. Combined with the grilled cheese, it was like I was at home watching movies with my own family. That was great. Presentations were also (usually) a joy. Students were able to show off their impressive slide design skills and improve on their public speaking. Sure, sometimes it was a little nerve-racking, but looking back, I only have good memories. I was lucky to be in Theriault’s class. He is a great teacher who clearly cares for his students. He always considers the student’s health and safety before grades and work. I never felt overloaded from his class. I appreciate him, and I’m pretty sure my classmates do too. It’s going to be quite sad next year once I destroy myself with work, but at least I can look back to this year and smile. I appreciated everyone in my class and especially Mr. T. Goodbye. Sayonara. Adios.