Dear Third Hour, By Emily McCaslin

What is a family really? Is it people you are related to? People you share a house with? Thanks to my third hour journalism class, I have a new definition of family.

Every day I walked in and was surrounded by 16 people with different backgrounds and different opinions. We pushed all of that aside and came together to do what we loved the most. Write.

I knew that I could count on these people for anything. I could be myself and nobody would judge me for it. We shared our masterpieces and snapped for each other almost like we were on a real stage.

We threw parties, made up inside jokes and laughed until our stomachs hurt, although some of the pain could’ve been from all the food we ate.

Our minds were pushed and we learned so many new skills. Not just for writing but life skills too.

Whenever one of our family members was sad, we were standing there ready to give a hug or a shoulder to cry on.

Although we have to say goodbye to some of our family, we know we aren’t saying goodbye forever. We will see them later whether it be on tv, in a newspaper, or a best selling author.

We are leaving a legacy behind for future generations to come. And I know one thing for sure, this family is forever.

Thank you third hour, for everything. See you all soon.