Dear Chloe, 

Joining Model UN in my junior year of high school was one of the best decisions that I ever made. 

Before I met you, I never realized the power of friendship, and I can honestly say that you’re one of the most influential people that I have ever met. 

From cracking your knuckles at the beginning of class to walking and presenting with each other amidst all the chaos that goes on during our class, I can honestly say that you are the life of the party. 

You always know how to make my day, and hearing about what’s going on in your life is something that truly brings me joy. Whenever I look at you, it’s almost like looking in a mirror that shows a reflection of my freshman self. 

We look so alike it almost looks like we’re twins. Just like you, I also played tennis, took a language class, and did geometry. But, I’m not surprised—we’re similar in those ways—except for the fact that you are more knowledgeable than I am.

Your familiarity with history is something that I always strive for, and I only hope that one day I can become somewhat as good as you when it comes to delivering speeches. 

I always love hearing about what’s going on in your life, whether that be how you’re doing in tennis or the latest gossip in the freshman class. No matter what we’re talking about, it always circles back to all of the comical things that go on during Model UN. 

No matter how many dumb questions you ask during current events, you always have the perfect response to fire back with. I always love to hear the current scores on the latest sports, whether that be baseball or tennis. 

The central trend is more than just a newspaper for me

The Central Trend is more than just a newspaper to me

Because I’ve never been a stickler on the stereotype that the elderly are always wiser, from the start it was very easy for me to see your spirit shine through, and it’s been amazing to be able to see you flourish into something that’s already so perfect. 

My favorite memory of us was when we played that dice game during the first week of school. We knew how to keep the dice to ourselves, but when it came to calling it, I would always make us lose. We kept playing until eventually, everything went haywire, because a couple of classmates started treating it as “gambling.” 

Although I do miss my freshman year of high school, if there was one piece of advice that I would give to you, it would be to just live it up, which is something I see you do every day. 

Seeing you as a part of the student council along with doing the banner and lip sync is something that honestly heals my inner child, because I get to live my freshman year vicariously through you. 

Sincerely,

Arpita Das