How Every One of You Changed My Life (see what I did there?)

Hi.
         Recently, because I have more homework and therefore I have more time to procrastinate, I have been thinking about how Academy differs from 8th grade.  A few examples are: running with heart monitors (those things should just die), having to walk MILES just to get to your next class, long breaks in the morning when I really don't need them, but most of all, not having a CLS club that I could (figuratively) run to when my troubles overwhelm me.  Now that I think about it, I have not done a proper improv scene since last year.  Although we are planning to start a Senior CLS, I can already tell that it would never be able to compare to what I had experienced over the past few years.
          Contrary to the information written on Teava's blog post, I had actually not been at the first meeting of CLS.  Instead, I remember that about a week or two after it had started, I noticed that every cycle on the same letter day, everyone I ate lunch with disappeared.  I asked them where they were going, and they all simply replied "Seals."  Using this very descriptive answer, I magically was able to find my way into Bishop and to Kelley Lab.  Just kidding.  In actuality, I was silently jealous that there was a secret society that I wasn't informed about, and also slightly afraid that all of my friends were being pulled into a strange cult (I later found out that this true, and that there was nothing strange or dangerous about bowing down to clubs of power and receiving cookies and loaves of bread from a middle aged man).  It wasn't until a few days later that I found out the key details and went to a meeting.  There, I met some of the funniest people I know, or, should I say, I met the extremely f(p)unny and weird inner selves of people that I already knew.  Take Ian, for example.  Who knew that he was actually a racist black woman in labor?  Although this sounds cheesy, I also found and myself there, and discovered that there might be more to me than I previously thought there was.
         Lastly, I would like to express how much you guys mean to me.  Seriously, you guys are like my family.  I think I realized this during our final CLS performance.  It was always pretty obvious that we were a very close and devoted group of friends and improv enthusiasts, but I had never really thought about us as a family until that one moment after the show, where we presented Mr. Wagenseller with the only gift we saw fit to give the guy who got us all started: a presentation board full of inside jokes and our best memories of the past 3 years.  We then broke out into a spontaneous and gigantic group hug.  That was, and continues to be, one of the best moments in my life.  It was that amazing (or maybe my life is just that boring...  Whatever).
        So thank you, to all of you who have made my past few years enjoyable and memorable, and I am definitely looking forward to our first Senior CLS meeting (Is it going to be on Friday?  Will we ever start the Senior CLS?  Gosh we're so disorganized unlike the 8th graders...)

Thank you for reading,

Jadie, Former Monk Seal