Having spent twelve years of my school life in a single small red brick building, the years tend to blur into one another. But the year I remember with most clarity and meaning is my senior year of high school, when I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. School used to be a chore, many times I simply didn't feel motivated enough in a subject to do my homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around since I was 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 through high school, male and female, and my graduating class of just 67 students was the largest. in the history of my school. So you were always meeting everyone you knew and had known your whole life. At times this was comforting, at others slightly claustrophobic. After a while it was easy to feel like you practically knew everyone's middle name or favorite movie, when that was impossible...