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Dear Williamsburg . . .

Dear Williamsburg,

I know you know me. I'm that crazy girl with a critter nickname who almost always has something to say. But do you remember when I first came? Do you remember when I first logged in to Ben's history class, wide-eyed and--frankly--clueless? I had no idea what was in store for me. I was a little bit afraid--but not nearly as afraid as I would have been if I had known. But how could I have known? I went from the little 14-year-old with long blonde hair pulled back into a bun, who wasn't used to deadlines and could barely get her homework done (and sometimes couldn't), to the girl I am today, who adores learning, is used to deadlines and can absorb massive amounts of information--massive, especially compared to what I could do before. 
You saw as I went from stubbornly opinionated without really knowing my opinion, to being more than ever open to new ideas, and actually knowing my opinion (or knowing if I'm not in a position to have one). You watched as I learned to challenge what I learned and discover truth, to think for myself, so that I really could form my own opinions. You observed as I went from insecure in nearly everything to much more secure in my own knowledge, abilities, and potential.
You've seen me at my best, and you've seen me at my worst. You've seen me soaring--soaking on the knowledge like a sponge, basking in everything I'm learning. You've seen me when I kind of wanted to die--when I wondered if there was any point in going on, when I felt like giving up and I put my head down and cried. From you, I've learned how to pull life lessons from any book, how to plan ahead and manage time, how to avoid dying in the face of massive amounts of work...and from you, I've also gotten some really great friends. I've learned so much about the world. It's been an incredible journey.
Well, this spring you'll say goodbye to me. I can't say I feel like I'm ready for that. I'm going to miss you very much, but I'd just like to thank you for everything you've done to help me, and everything you've given me. And really, though I'll be leaving you, you'll never leave me...

Love, 
Chipmunk 

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