The end of the 2011-2012 school year is coming to a close for the Northern Guilford Nighthawks, and many of the hawks are feeling sad. We will never get to repeat our year of high school- just like many other things, you never know what you have until it's gone. The seniors are feeling sad because they will never be Nighthawks again. The fledglings are leaving the nest and becoming so much more. Freshmen and Sophs are learning very quickly to make these years count, because life as a highschooler never lasts long enough. As we handed in our music yesterday in 5th period, I started to feel a little panicked. Just like everything else in this school, those pieces of music have become a part of me. Except my music has become the core of my existence in this high school. My hands were sweaty as I clenched the papers in both hands. Every time I slowly placed a piece on the stand, I felt like a part of my heart was being put up there as well. I guess you could say I am addicted to music. Every piece held a little bit of a memory. Every piece had frustration, anger, excitement, and pure joy at playing it wrapped up in it. I could pin point places where I thought I would never be good enough, and yet other places where I knew I would never be better. Every notation on each sheet of music has a story behind it. Triumph, defeat, embarrassment. It's all there.