How do you even start this?
“Goodbye world!”
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”
“So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu”
How do you start the end, when it’s still the beginning?
I don’t think anyone put it quite as eloquently as our childhood friend, Dr. Seuss.
“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.”
That’s really what this all is, although our sophomore year is coming to an end, were far from that great conclusion to everything we knew. No, this is not quite that dramatic (key word: quite).
This is the reflection and the prospect.
I think what I’ll remember most about high school is how fortunate I was to have such magnificent teachers. Each of them has such a drive, such a fervent passion for what they teach that it was always more a performance than a lesson. I owe all of my successes to them, because they don’t just teach, they inspire. Ms. Suarez’s never ending devotion to Pre-Calculus. Ms. Borges’s passion for Journalism and all that it encompasses. Mr. Gonzalez’s witty take on Chemistry. Ms. Evans’ initiative and ardent admiration for all that is scholarship. And Mr. Walpole’s everything; his “oom-pop-a-dooops”, his love for literature, his collages of culture, and his restless spirit in every class and every word.
They’re the reasons I come to school. They’re the reasons I’m in this academy: because if I’m going to learn, I wouldn’t want to be taught from anyone but them.
I only wish that in my junior year, such fortune will smile upon me again.
Being a part of the Journalism family has been so rewarding and so wonderful that it will be the landmark of my high school experience. Although I have regrets, I do not live for that, but only the hopes and the promises of what next year will bring.
And with that, I look forward.
I look forward to sitting in Mr. Moffi’s class and learning about history again (1 year without really is much too long). I look forward to all the articles that I will write and being a part of the Harbinger once again (writing for that newspaper is truly one of my favorite expressions and assignments). I look forward to reading literature in Mr. Walpole’s class again. I look forward to moving ahead with JSA, and spearheading the club into success. And I look forward to all the people I will meet, who will inadvertently change my life, as so many have already.
So since is really just the beginning, I’d like to start with Seuss and end with Walpole.
“Solid said enough said. Dig what you got, and go ahead.”