Guest Blogger: Issy

We classmates love each other like a brother from another mother. We are supportive of each other. When in doubt, we always got each other's back. And when a new kid comes into the school, instantly they are our friends. Since we are going our different ways, we will all miss each other. As we part we'll never forget P.S. 58... all our memories. But we are not just friends or B.F.F.s; we are family. We all get treated equally and with respect. We will love and respect each other, but we will never forget each other.