Yesterday.
Yesterday was the last day of the interdisciplinary arts program that I had been in for two years. Two and a half hours a day with these people working towards creating painting and charcoals for our art gallery shows out on Long Island, writing and performing short one act plays, creating modern dances, filming music videos, writing songs as well as performing them, creating long movies about the big questions that we have been struggling with for our entire lives, writing stories to interpret world around us, honing our skills with improvisational exercise, watching films that really take a stand in this world, although mostly foreign, and discussing what relevance that they have in the modern day and in out personal lives, taking trips into New York City to see museums of art, to learn about photography or architecture, and seeing the daring musicals and plays that Broadway has to offer. I have worked closely with the other kids in the program for half of my high school career and they had become more of a family to me than my own family at home. When I had a problem I would call one of them, if I needed help getting something done I would bring it into class and everyone would be so gung-ho to jump in and help. Yesterday was the last day of the program, and as the instructor went around the room we told the class one of our favorite moments, and then he told us how he remembered us for the first time, a friend of my then played a song for all of us, and right then and there we all began to cry, all 29 of us were hugging and crying all over each other until the feeling was still there but we had no more tears to cry. There wasn't one person who was not red in the face. It had been an honor to work with all of them for so long, and now I have to move on to College. High school can go shove it, but that program will always be something special in my heart.
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