Class of 2025,

We are the grade that lived through the screen,

Zoom breakout rooms and glitchy routines.

We’ve been awkward at rallies, maybe missed our chance to speak,

And witnessed things in bathrooms we won’t even leak.

Other classes mocked us, the “lost online crew,”

But little did they know, in the end, we’d pull through.

We’ve got so many stars—watch us shine bright,

Don’t be shy, this is our moment, our time to take flight. (Montage)

Ian turned down Harvard—he’ll take the cat shirt far.

Leo goes to New York, strumming the guitar

Noka and Heidi off to NYU and Cal Poly,

And UCLA’s lucky—blessed with the presence of Mollie.

Lincoln, the debate king, heads to Berkeley’s grind,

Moksha local at Pitzer—Malott always on her mind.

Libby’s bound for Columbia, a scholar’s dream,

Mia and Faith cheering strongly on Riverside’s team.

Justine’s sipping Diet Coke, to Davidson with grace,

Macy’s headed to Boston, matcha in every place.

Anisa’s off to Davis, her Minecraft world intact,

Meghan joins the Army—Oklahoma’s got her back.

Charles goes to Germany, chasing dreams unknown,

And Serenity’s at Brown—our snack savior stands alone.

Mayo’s Princeton-bound, unicycle still in hand,

Presley’s at San Marcos, legal pad in command.

Shaw’s Purdue-ready, prom king with flair,

Zion is a track god—try to race him if you dare.

Avan’s off to New York, where the winters bite,

Gooning through the theatre, under Broadway lights.

James and Dale—together, a certified pair,

Blackberry Dr Pepper? You know Dale’s got a spare.

Theo’s at American, D.C. wears his crown,

Homecoming king, bro easily locked it down. 

Sam’s off to San Diego, where the chicken stays hot,

Gloo and Gunch in the Bussmobile, ready or not! 

Griffin and Callum—they’re a Bruins pair of two.

Roomies for life, like superglue.

Charlize and Nikki—so salty, so done,

Got sniped by Lucas and Isabelle…wasn’t it fun?

Together we’ve laughed, cried, and grown,

In every hallway, we made it our own.

So here’s to the journey, with all that we’ve done,

But don’t worry, for Class of 25—our work’s just begun!

Oh, and one last thing before we retire,

Lucas, Isabelle, Mayo—wherever we go,

We’ll always be shouting: “It’s Wolfpacket, bro!”