By Isaac Perrault
Today was my final day marching into frontier under the shadow of the school’s red brick facade. As I step through the glass doors one question begins to form in my brain. This question has swirled around in me like a fish in a tank for weeks now. What will I miss the most?
I have though hard about this, harder than I have thought about any calculus problem. And I think the answer is, the frendships.
I will miss the mornings in statistics struggling to find critical values with George balis. I will miss the constant advisory battles with Alex Sharp. I will miss the days in design, sketching sneakers with Lia Vichi.
I will miss this school, not because of the knowledge it provided me, but because of the friends it gave me.