After being in journalism for two years, I feel like I should go back in time so I could join freshman year and have two more; that’s how amazing this class has been. This year, I opened up so much more, and thanks to Ms. Ewing, my friends and every staff member, we built a great class and made an unforgettable experience.
So first, a hundred thank you’s to Ms. Ewing, who taught me a lot about growth, problem-solving, and optimism. She’s done so much for all of her students, and I couldn’t have done it without her. Her class is where I found my love of photography, and I hope I will continue to use the skills I’ve learned to capture some amazing photos, even if they’re just for fun.
I’m definitely not going to miss the rage of being stuck behind someone walking slower than my grandma, but it was nice–comforting even–when I could walk down the halls and receive little waves from classmates and nods from friends. It’s a strange thing, to have a white brick labyrinth cemented in your dreams, especially when said halls seemed to be a nightmare every time you stepped into them. Maybe that’s just how time works.
What I will miss is being a scared little freshman, thinking everything was so difficult when it was really so simple. I’ll miss learning, because it won’t be quite the same anywhere else. Right when I think I understand this place, and what I am doing, I have to move on. So, I’ll miss the ease, even when it wasn’t easy.
Bob Carnarolli said, “Once a Raider, always a Raider,” and I thought it was one of those things people just said, like, “all for one, one for all.” I’m no musketeer, but Bobby C. was right: I’m just someone that future students will see in their peripheral vision just before stepping into class, and a teacher in the reflection of their computer just before it closes. I’m still here, but only at the end.
Being in high school was hard, but saying goodbye to it all is so much harder; I never know what to say. This time, I do: thank you, farewell.
