4/19
Dear Marist,
What else can I possibly say besides thank you. Thank you for helping mold me into the man I am today. Thank you for giving me a welcoming place to go to five days a week, most times more. Thank you for introducing me to so many amazing people, new friends and teachers alike.
I came to you as a fourteen year old boy and walked out an eighteen year old young man. You were there through it all. You were there on my first day of high school when I didnāt know what to expect. You taught me what it means to have a work ethic through all the sleepless nights doing homework. You showed me what it means to live my faith, and how to connect with others. Iāll miss the retreats, decorating the chapel, and even the all school masses. But most of all, Iāll miss the people.
I donāt know what I did to deserve meeting some of the best friends a guy could ask for: Matt, Ben, Nik, Pete, Zack, Brian, Paddy Oā, just to name a few. I came into Marist with some close friends, but I walked out with a brotherhood (K147 hold it down). I also leave Marist with an endless sea of mentors who have guided me on my journey: Mr. Glennon, Mr. Nicholson, Mrs. P, Mr. Lesher, Mr. Butler, Mrs. Giacobbe, Mrs. Cozzie, Mr. Harper, Deacs, just to name a very small amount of people in the building who have impacted me throughout the years.
With the people came the experiences. Honors math Brownās Chicken and cream soda soirĆ©es, open houses, football games, homecoming, turnabout, bus rides down to ISU for state championships⦠Fireworks, Brother Rich playing bongos, coach Topps telling us to āCLEAR OFF YOUR TABLES!ā These memories have been branded into my mind with a hot iron and they are not something I will soon forget.
Marist, you have given me everything and more. I guess this letter is my little way of thanking you. However, like a kid grows out of his clothes, I have almost outgrown you. It is almost time for me to move onto new things. As much as it pains me to say that. If time allowed me I would stay forever in some Neverland type dream where no one grew old and no one left, but real life isnāt like that. But I know when I come home, youāll always be waiting for me. Students four years, brothers and sisters for life. Roll with the changes, Redhawks, and Iāll be seeing you soon. This is Tim Dahill, signing off for the last time.
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