The seniors’ final Mercy Day was bittersweet for me. I never thought that the day would fly by as quickly as it came. Finally, our class was singing the Suscipe together, our class banner was hanging in the hallway, and we were all ready to take the stage and perform our Mercy Day play. Not surprisingly, as we said our class prayer and sang our class song, I felt myself holding back tears.
While we ate lunch with our teachers at LoSole Mio, it felt different than when we usually interact. The food was delicious, by the way; a delectable choice of fettuccine alfredo, mostaccioli, green beans, salad, and bread that was to die for. Our laughs, fellowship, and food were definitely highlights of the day.
Although we still have months before graduation, it reminded me that, very soon, we would no longer be teacher and student, but equals in society. Such realization tugged at my heart strings. I may be ready to go out into the world and see what this life has in store for me, but this Mercy Day reminded me what an impact our little school on 48th and Woolworth has made on me.