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Retirement Letter

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Dear Penn Manor,

You were one hell of a run, a dive into the deep end, and a drug I have never experienced before. You lead me to loyal friends and collided me with snitches that got their stitches. You put me through social embarrassment while faking a laugh along the way. You were a movie that has reached its long and unexpected needing. You gave me the experience of unforgettable knowledge that I will pass on to someone of my own some day. I will appreciate you from a distance far and unknown without ever looking back. From the depths of my lungs, you will be the last puff of smoke that leaves my body.

Goodbye Penn Manor High School,

~T.C

My Kobe Retirement Letter

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Dear Penn Manor,

13 years I have been with you,

You took me in as a little boy,

And made me who I am today,

Year after year you taught me,

It was not always fun but you continued,

From soccer to bowling you made me an athlete,

One driven with competitiveness from within,

Early mornings day after day,

Making me complain every morning,

Now we are nearing graduation,

Making me nervous with so many questions,

I would not be here without you today,

As we say goodbye I wish you good day,

Goodbye,

Nick Fisher

Retirement Letter

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Dear other people’s opinions,

                        I do not wish to continue my relationship with you.

                        Your are abusive.

                        For so long I have tried to fit into a mold to please you,

                        But not anymore.

 

                         I do not care about you anymore.

                         You sucked away my happiness when I thought about you.

                         You caused my stress and anxiety.

                          But not anymore.

                          I’ve learned that I’m different.

                          I don’t fit into your stereotypes.

                          But that’s okay.

                          Because I’m going to do what I want.

                          When you’re not in my life,

                          I feel happy.

                          Stress and anxiety slip away.

                          I am truly happy now.

                          So good-bye and good riddance.

                          You’re not in my life anymore.

                          And you’re not going to make your way back in.

                          I guarantee it.

                                                                    Liz Lyter

Dear Penn Manor

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Dear Penn Manor,

       Through all of the assembly’s,

       and learning how to read,

       to having my first real relationship

       you were there.

       You helped me when I needed help.

       You gave me hockey.

       I can never repay you for what you have done for me.

       But now I have to go out to the world,

       and make something of myself like you taught me.

       This is not goodbye forever.

       I will come back.

       You just need to know how much you taught me,

       and helped me,

       and watched me grow.

       Kayla Saylor

Dear Penn Manor

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Dear Penn Manor,

Thank you for teaching me so many things. Thank you for educating me, and teaching me how to be a better person. Thank you for introducing me to new people and friends. I have made some of my best friends at Penn Manor. I have also had some great teachers throughout the years who have taught me good life lessons. I have made many friends playing the sport I love here. Thank you for having a great softball program where I can see my friends every spring. The softball program here has become a big family, and I am forever grateful for that. Thank you for a great childhood with so many memories.
                                                                                 Sydney Duplissey

Leaving Penn Manor

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Dear Penn Manor,

         It has been a long haul, but now it is time for me to call it quits. You gave me lots of good memories and I thank you for that. I wish I could keep going, but my age says otherwise. Maybe we can meet up again in the end for one last time.                                                                                                                      With Love,                                                                                                                                    Andrew Eshleman

Letter to my Past Self

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Dear my past self,

In my life there were many questions I used to ask myself like, “Why did this happen?,” or “Why didn’t this happen?” I tried to figure out things in my life that couldn’t be solved right away. As time went by many things started to make sense, but not all. I worked hard for everything I have now and will earn in the future. There have been stuff that i have gained and lost in life. Over time the way I look at things change and so does my life. I had to give up something very important to me that I thought I would never give up, but I had to accept it because my life is different from the past. God has a plan for me and I just have to make the right decisions and follow him to the very end. I am very proud of myself and wish that life will get better. The future holds many great things and I am working toward what my future will be like.

By: Josh

Ben’s letter

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WTLB- When you are abandoned by your family in russia, do not panic. Sure your life just went as far down as it can go. There isn’t anything you can do but wait with your 2 massive russian brothers, in anticipation for your day of return and retribution. Just wait, plan, and dream.

Keep it A SECRET

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I tell you one of my biggest secret. hoping you will keep it just that; A SECRET!!! I do not care if you talk to me about it, but do you have to be so loud when you do? Especially in public! You know that my secret is something to take seriously; so why do you make jokes about it? Why do I not believe you when you say sorry? I really have no clue. Maybe it is because you do not sound sincere when you say so. Maybe it is because you say sorry over text messages. The truth is, you should say it to my face and not be so afraid of what people may think of you after you say sorry. If you want me to forgive you and talk to you again, you need to get over your fear and actually mean what you say. You are not afraid to be seen talking to me so why are you so afraid to say sorry to me? It is obvious that it tortures you to know that I will not talk to you but if you honestly cared about me you would not care about what they could POSSIBLY say or think about you. Just say you are sorry and promise that you will not talk to me about it in such a loud voice and stop making jokes about it. -unknown

a letter

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My dearest sister Katherine,

I hope you and Henry are well and happy.  I am sorry this is my first letter and possibly the last, since I left you two years ago.  There’s not a day that gone by I don’t regret my departure. I miss you and Henry so much and I fear I’ll never see you or him again.

The war here in the Alamo is getting harder.  The Mexicans are messing with us and trying to make us not sleep or think, just be on total alert. I wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving you with Henry on the farm after Dad died, but I knew I did not belong there but I’m starting to think I don’t belong here either. I now realize that fighting for Texas independence was right then, but not now. No more troops are coming to help and Mexico is getting stronger each day. My only fear in life is never seeing you and Henry again. The farm, that house, you and Henry all reminded me of the past that I will never see again. My story only had the future and now I fear it will end here. Just promise me one thing, that you will never leave Henry. You will be his only family and he does not need to be alone in this world, like I feel now.

Your loving brother, Thomas

 

By: Olivia Vassot