One room.

We've all been in this one room, with four walls but none that restricted our minds. One that's big enough to hold all our dreams and small enough to make sure that no one feels left out. There's just enough space to dance, to think, to scream and to make and break hearts. We've molded each other like a potter with his clay and we weren't afraid to get our hands dirty, our knees scraped and our hearts broken because we know we have each other to put the pieces back together. The walls have ears but they'll never betray our secrets, just like we wouldn't. Every step we take forward, there will be people pulling us back. But we've held our ground, fought our fears and won our battles, together. And today this room has a door for each of us, leading us to where we want to go. Leading us in directions opposite to the other, onto roads that might not cross. But let's all remember, you can always come back through that door and you'll find us all here. This room is our solace, our sanctuary and now it will be a compartment of our nostalgia.
- To the Class of 12 Arts ( 2007-2008)