Having spent twelve years of my school life in one small red brick building, the years tend to blend into one another. But the year I remember most clearly and meaningfully is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. School used to be a chore, often I just didn't feel motivated enough for a subject to do my homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces from the age of 5 quickly became very tiring. But I started seeing things from a different perspective once I became a senior. First of all, there are only about 800 students in my entire school, from kindergarten to senior grades, and my graduating class of only 67 students was the largest. in the history of my school. So you always ran into everyone you knew and had known your whole life. Sometimes it was comforting, sometimes slightly claustrophobic. After a while, it was easy to feel like you knew pretty much everyone's middle name or favorite movie, and it was impossible to know.....