We asked our seniors to answer this one question: “What will you miss most about Shattuck-St. Mary’s next year?” During the final weeks of school we will share their thoughts with you. We know what we’ll miss next year - our Class of 2015.
From Megan DuBois ’15
Waking up in my own bedroom is one of the most bittersweet moments I can picture. I go home for breaks, and as I sleep, my dreams are set at Shattuck. My teammates, roommates, and classmates star alongside me, because it is in Faribault, Minnesota where I have built my life throughout my tumultuous high school years. More times than I care to admit, I wake up in my own home in shock, unfamiliar with what should be most familiar to a seventeen-year-old. I expect to be nine feet off the ground in a room colder than it should be with my two best friends in their own lofts next to me. The shock takes a long time to disintegrate, and to me it is incredibly discomforting knowing that soon enough, I will never wake up in that accustomed, habitual space ever again. When I go home for summer, I will wake up disoriented and stunned for a while, but eventually my dreams will take place in my hometown, and familiarity with my “new” environment will wash over me. It scares me that one day, Shattuck will not be my home. To some people I will say my last goodbye, and one day I will greet my final Shattuck sunrise with those who have grown to become family to me.