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Richmond Hill High graduates step off into the future
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All eyes were on the future at Richmond Hill High School's commencement exercise Saturday at the Savannah Civic Center. - photo by Steve Scholar

View photo galleries from Richmond Hill High School's graduation ceremony here and here.

SAVANNAH — The future began Saturday for more than 400 Richmond Hill High School students who marched across the stage at the Savannah Civic Center to receive their high-school diplomas.

After more than four years of high school, a new journey awaits them as they cross the threshold into adulthood, more than one speaker told them.

The commencement exercise began with the students’ processional into the center to the accompaniment of “Pomp and Circumstance,” played by the school band. Senior-class secretary Amanda Henman led the students and visitors in an emotional Pledge of Allegiance before senior-class Vice President Shirley Senefeld welcomed the students and their families to the commencement exercise.

“We’re looking sharp. We survived high school. All four years with long-winded teachers. We survived and came out on top. Thank you, teachers, on behalf of the Class of 2015,” Senefeld said, to the muffled agreement of the students. “We will be saying goodbye to each other and our teachers.”

Salutatorian Maximilian Makhinson echoed those thoughts.

“It is strange to thank people (teachers) who have caused us stress. But the teachers cared. They imparted their wisdom. … Let’s applaud everything the teachers have given us. We’ve grown over the past four years. We’ve felt either overwhelming excitement or crushing defeat. We learned from the mistakes we made. I salute you, Class of 2015,” he said after thanking his parents for their ongoing support.

Valedictorian Prabhjot Minhas told the graduates that their best years are yet to come.

“Be fearless to the greatest extent possible. We survived stress and heartbreak. Fight your fears to the best of your ability. When the time comes, may your hats fly as high as your dreams,” she said

Then came the time the class had been waiting for. As the students crossed the stage and received congratulations from Bryan County Board of Education President Eddie Warren, RHHS Principal Debi McNeal and Bryan County Schools Superintendent Paul T. Brooksher, they left their high-school diplomas and the future at their feet to the cheers of their fellow students and families.

In the final comments before the high-school senior chorus sang the alma mater, senior-class President Mosha Patel thanked the teachers for inspiring her and other students to do their best.

“Press forward. I’m excited to see where life will take us. Love yourself because you’ve made it this far,” the class president said.

Then the commencement exercise was over as the graduates talked with their families and mingled outside. And then they were off to make their marks on the world.

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This is among the last pieces I’ll ever write for the Bryan County News.

Friday is my last day with the paper, and come June 1 I’m headed back to my native Michigan.

I moved here in 2015 from the Great Lake State due to my wife’s job. It’s amicable, but she has since moved on to a different life in a different state, and it’s time for me to do the same.

My son Thomas, an RHHS grad as of Saturday, also is headed back to Michigan to play basketball for a small school near Ann Arbor called Concordia University. My daughter, Erin, is in law school at University of Toledo. She had already begun her college volleyball career at Lourdes University in Ohio when we moved down here and had no desire to leave the Midwest.

With both of them and the rest of my family up north, there’s no reason for me to stay here. I haven’t missed winter one bit, but I’m sure I won’t miss the sand gnats, either.

Shortly after we arrived here in 2015, I got a job in communications with a certain art school in Savannah for a few short months. It was both personally and professionally toxic and I’ll leave it at that.

In March 2016 I signed on with the Bryan County News as assistant editor and I’ve loved every minute of it. My “first” newspaper career, in the late 80s and early 90s, was great. But when I left it to work in politics and later with a free-market think tank, I never pictured myself as an ink-stained wretch again.

Like they say, never say never.

During my time here at the News, I’ve covered everything that came along. That’s one big difference between working for a weekly as opposed to a daily paper. Reporters at a daily paper have a “beat” to cover. At a weekly paper like this, you cover … life. Sports, features, government meetings, crime, fundraisers, parades, festivals, successes, failures and everything in between. Oh, and hurricanes. Two of them. I’ll take a winter blizzard over that any day.

Along the way I’ve met a lot of great people. Volunteers, business owners, pastors, students, athletes, teachers, coaches, co-workers, first responders, veterans, soldiers and yes, even some politicians.

And I learned that the same adrenalin rush from covering “breaking news” that I experienced right out of college is still just as exciting nearly 30 years later.

With as much as I’ve written about the population increase and traffic problems, at least for a few short minutes my departure means there will be one less vehicle clogging up local roads. At least until I pass three or four moving vans headed this way as I get on northbound I-95.

The hub-bub over growth here can be humorous, unintentional and ironic all at once. We often get comments on our Facebook page that go something like this: “I’ve lived here for (usually less than five years) and the growth is out of control! We need a moratorium on new construction.”

It’s like people who move into phase I of “Walden Woods” subdivision after all the trees are cleared out and then complain about trees being cut down for phase II.

Bryan County will always hold a special place in my heart and I definitely plan on visiting again someday. My hope is that my boss, Jeff Whitten (one of the best I’ve ever had), will let me continue to be part of the Pembroke Mafia Football League from afar. If the Corleone family could expand to Vegas, there’s no reason the PMFL can’t expand to Michigan.

But the main reason I want to return someday is about that traffic issue. After all, I’ll need to see it with my own eyes before I’ll believe that Highway 144 actually got widened.

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