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Even though it has been a year since I have stepped foot into the STAC room I can still feel that aura around me. That rush I got when we were about to start filming. Or the ease I felt during STAC Art. Sometimes I start tearing up thinking about all the wonderful moments I was able to live because of STAC.

I do feel I did injustice to the STAC program and even myself by "dropping out"... for which I feel the need to apologize (even though it is a little late). However I can not say that it was not the right thing for me to do. I needed to explore more.

STAC has taught me not only about the fine arts but also about life and ambitions and people in general. Now I go outside seeing leaves as blue or purple or brown. Or go to the bookstore and look at the binding with a certain amazement. Or have learned what the term "true friends" really means.

It is hard for me to look at the STAC room door without the urge to open the door and take a seat among some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. I really do miss STAC and I will NEVER regret taking STAC in my freshmen year.

And so I want to thank STAC and Mr. Luke for giving me this opportunity. For giving me an experience of a lifetime.