And say goodbye. These masters, mentors, teachers, where our family. They had passed on their knowledge to us, and we were doleful to bid them adieu. Hands were shaken, hugs were given. Goodbyes spoken in a tone of sorrow.
|Cathy Sara, stage-acting teacher, and I...|
Lunch remained the final meeting-place for us students and many crowded to the tables to eat our final meal together. We laughed and joked, sang and spoke. More hugs, more shakes of the hand. After lunch, group pictures were shot, final farewells were given, contact information was exchanged, final hugs, final fist-bumps... promises to write, to collaborate, to further our relationships. We laughed, if not to keep from crying. We smiled, if not to keep from grimacing at the thought of long separation. Brotherhoods had been formed. They would not be broken, our new friendships not severed. Finally we had to tear ourselves away as we headed off on our separate paths. But I know I will never forget those faces. We behaved boldly to encourage each other, but we pained to say goodbye. This band of brothers formed, this fellowship of minds... it cannot, nor will it, come to an end. Great things will come of our companionship, our camaraderie.
|Cody (Never did gave him a nickname...) and I...|
|Alex (Frodo), Me, Ben (Joisy-Boy), and Garret...|