An East Retrospective

By Gregory Tucker

Dear East High,

It was a ride. From grades 6 - 12, you have been a part of my life and now it’s time for me to get gone.
Grade 6:  I arrived on the same ship as the EPO did so my experience at East High was one that was different than those who attended before me; everything was more structured; we wore uniforms at that time; it was like a little charter school. After a while, they gave up on enforcing the uniform stuff and we had a jolly ol’ time in Canada (Montreal and Quebec to be exact).

Grade 7: I remember the first day of school vividly. The first teacher I had that year was Ms. Horn for health and you all know how middle school health class goes. Also Ms. Masala Johnson (inside joke) was mi maestra de espanol.

Grade 8: I'll never forget 8th grade. I had picked up Lacrosse and Spanish (shoutout to Sra. Colon for the help). I was naturally gifted at them both because I am him. Not only that, the art teacher at the time was not her. We had the DC trip where Mr. Fields stayed dropping them jewels like he always does (he is a man of truth).

Grade 9: I don't remember much about this year except Earth Science, drill wars in Spanish class and bothering Mrs. Gotham in World History I think the class was called.

Grade 10: booooo

Grade 11: booooo

Grade 12: It dragged on, but went by so quick.
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No matter what grade I was in, East High was able to provide me with memories that are forever cemented in my big brain. No matter where I may go, I will always remember the time that I spent here; good times and bad times. Gregory OUT.
 
Sincerely,
Gregory Tucker