~Sean Park, Class of 2025

I miss Fenn,
My home of the past three years

I miss Fenn,
And the people its walls contained

Its campus,
That towers over the new
But is small and charmingly cozy for the old

Its people,
Influential and encouraging,
With friends always found in the form of
Students and teachers alike

Its classes,
That abet growth
In academics and beyond

Its sports,
With teams having
Independent personalities

Its competitions,
Which can only be found at Fenn,
Gifting students with the realization
That they are capable much more than they knew

Its traditional senior reflections,
Giving younger students
A glimpse into the future
For what is to come

To me, it still feels like after this break,
I’ll be back on the campus,
Greeting friends, teachers,
Looking forward to classes
And sports.
But no.
I’ll never experience the warm embrace of Fenn
Ever again.


Attending Fenn was a journey
That lasted nearly a fifth of my life

But, as time goes on, it will become
A sixth, a seventh, an eighth…
Until the number will become so small and negligible
That it no longer would be considered to have been a part of my life for long

Maybe in the grand scheme of things,
Fenn will have had a tiny impact,
Proportionate to the tiny portion of my life it took.

But that’s superficial.
Because no matter how little
My years in Fenn are
Compared to the ones not,
It doesn’t change that at one point,
I really was a student there;

I traversed those hallways,
My voice resounded through Ward Hall,
And I was edified in those classrooms.

When I left,
I left a part of me at Fenn.
When I left,
I brought some of Fenn with me.
Until the end,
Fenn will guide me
As an idea,
As a principle. 

I suppose that
I don’t have to miss Fenn.
Because I know
That though I have left it,
It has never left me.