The March issue вЂ“ 4,500 copies вЂ“ sat undistributed. HeвЂ™s thankful for that.ДЄs editor-in-chief of the schoolвЂ™s newsmagazine, the HiLite, Hong had to cancel the April issue. вЂњBut I wonвЂ™t have that chance.вЂќДЄfter high school, heвЂ™ll play basketball at the University of Indianapolis. вЂњI want to solidify my legacy and go out with a bang with a blue ribbon around my neck,вЂќ he said. He wanted a blue state championship ring. His team would never finish out what was on pace to be the winningest season in Barr-Reeve history. вЂњIвЂ™m going to miss laughing in the locker room, the little moments.вЂќ No more late-night team sleepovers at the point-guardвЂ™s house, where they would play Playstation until 4 a.m.В No more weekly Bible study with their coach. No more laps around town before games with 15 cars of basketball players trailing behind one another. game morning breakfasts of three scrambled eggs, wheat toast and a side of bacon at his familyвЂ™s restaurant, Stop-N-Sea. OвЂ™Neill saw it coming, but it hadnвЂ™t sunk in. вЂњGuys, I just wanted to let you know before you figured out on a media outlet that the season wonвЂ™t be continued.вЂќ His coach thanked the seniors and wished them luck. Keegan OвЂ™Neill, a senior at Barr-Reeve High School in Montgomery, was hitting at the batting cages with his friends when his phone lit up with a text from his basketball coach. Sets for musicals have been left half-finished on stages. Instead of posing with friends, they smile while clutching rolls of Angel Soft.

Senior photos are shot with long lenses from an appropriate distance. The coronavirus has left many of them reeling with the realization that their final year of high school is essentially over. вЂњI feel like all of my вЂlastsвЂ™ have been ripped away from me,вЂќ she said.ДЇor many seniors, last days that should have been spent forging final memories with friends have been replaced by Zoom lessons, coronavirus memes and anxious uncertainty. And while Hong had watched her two older brothers walk across the same stage, she knew she might never get her turn. Graduation plans had been replaced by jokes about a FaceTime ceremony. Prom was up in the air, even though her new skin-toned dress still hung in her closet with its bedazzled bodice and tulle skirt suspended above the floor.

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