I really have got to quit saying “I remember when you were born” to all these seniors. It makes me sound. . .you know. . . old. It’s weird though because some days I feel like high school was a million years ago and some days I still dream about forgetting my locker combination and I can’t find any of my classes. Good or bad, memories from those days stick with you for a lifetime. I hope, Kimber, that you have more good than bad and can look back at high school one day with a smile. I had a wonderful day with you and your mom. . . and your grandma. No one will believe us when we tell people what she did to make you laugh! I loved hearing about your artsy side and can’t wait to see what the next few years hold for you. Enjoy!