As I reflect, it’s clear that I’m rich with experiences. But experiences alone do not make a school – at least not an exceptional one. Punahou offers more. Because in every moment, every experience, in my nearly thirteen years on this campus, I’ve had a feeling. There’s an unspoken intangible – a responsibility, a privilege – that graces each classroom, hallway, and picnic bench. You can sense it along with the rush of running from your friends in a game of tag at recess. You can see it on the face of your teacher every time you walk through that door. You can hear it walking through the Quad between classes. Its Community – a sense of belonging – is Punahou’s premiere offering. So I was wrong, at the start of ninth grade, looking through the entryway to Mamiya Science Center, thinking to myself, I’ve finally made it. Sure, I know a lot of formulas, I’ve written a lot of papers, and I’ve taken a lot of exams. But at the end of all that, graduation is not the end of my Punahou journey. No, graduation isn’t the destination. It’s the reason why we call Punahou “home.”