To Espy, a bottle of Advil for all the headaches I've caused.
To the class of 2020, some self control.
To girls golf, putting lessons.
To Mayo, a pot of gold.
To the class of 2019, a good luck because you’re only halfway there.
To Adrian Mendoza, a modeling contract.
To Becca Kuskie, an audition on “The Voice”.
To Dylan and Peyton, unlimited data so you guys can always keep in touch with me.
To Mr. Parks, a joke book because yours aren’t funny anymore.
To The Brand, some new students who will actually do their work.
To the Class of 2018, a reality TV show for all your drama.
To myself, some motivation, a full-ride scholarship, and a sugar daddy.
To Nathen Blanco, your diploma so you can come to college already.
To Mr. Connors, a day off and a glass of iced tea.
To Brittany Jacaway, a new partner for the weekend hangs.
To the class of 2017, a get out of jail free card.
To Lowry Softball, a remedy to break the curse.
To the kid who stepped on my foot and didn't apologize, some gum on your shoe.
To Alex Manzo, a drivers ed class.
To Jake Marriott, a helmet.
To Mrs. Mercado, a door that opens.
To Sydney Connors, a new throwing partner and a D1 scholarship.