I always wanted to go to Delta, I knew I would love every minute of school if I could just go to Delta, that wonderful place. But by the time I got there, I got this strange feeling that Delta's "prime" had already happened. Retreats were only remembered by few, the older students told stories of craziness that I could barely imagine. There was lots of fun to be had, but there was still this feeling of this:
I feel like the Delta I loved is disappearing, heck maybe it's already gone? You know I still wouldn't have rather gone anywhere else.
ps. Yes I made this graph myself and I wish I still had a Delta yearbook page because it would totally go on it! I need a life page!