Updated: May 13, 2019
By Skylar Letteer
I remember the first time I ever stepped foot into Powell High School. I can remember exactly what I wore, what I felt, and most importantly, what I thought. During my freshman and sophomore years I would think to myself, “I can not wait to get out of here”, but since now that day is quickly approaching, I find myself struggling to leave behind the school I’ve grown to love. Like most students, there are many activities I regret not doing. I regret not trying out for the cheer team, not focusing more on academics my initial two years, not joining enough clubs, not getting to know the faculty, but with those regrets comes even greater accomplishments. Through Powell High I was able to meet friends and enemies alike, and I wouldn’t trade a single moment of it. I have practically watched my best friends grow up and move on, so when an upperclassmen tells you to really appreciate what this school can give you, trust them. Along with my friends however, I grew up too. I was able to truly enjoy my last two years, and for that I am eternally grateful.
My senior year has been full of laughs, tears, and countless memorable moments. I think when you really start to love Powell High, that’s when you have to say goodbye to it forever (that doesn’t include the occasional visits). I will miss the student section being lit up by bright colored shirts and smiling faces, the all nighters pulled in order to finish assignments I had received the previous week, the “joke of the day”, the plays and musicals that never failed to impress even the most critical individuals, the yearbook signatures, and so much more. Powell High, you gave me more memories than I ever knew I needed. While I say goodbye to you, I am also saying goodbye to a new found family. Journalism has become a part of my life, I can’t fathom not walking in at 8:30 and seeing everyone’s faces. Whether I’m crying that day, or eating my cajun filet biscuit with honey, this class has never failed to keep me going. It has given me confidence as well as a reason to meet new people despite being nervous at first. I watched these people blossom into beautiful writers and fantastic friends, I’m lucky to have been a part of that family. To all the upcoming seniors, enjoy your last year, every single moment of it. Laugh at the joke of the day, tell Mr. Davis what you had for dinner the night before (or if you’re hungry that morning), smile at Mrs. Shipley’s math jokes, get close with Mrs. Taylor, give everyone and everything a chance. Who knows, you might end up like me, with a family you didn’t even know you wanted. Thanks Powell High School for giving me a chance to laugh, cry, and make memories with some of the best people in the world, I will miss Knoxville’s Best.