2015-05-09 / The Bullhorn

Journalism will always be a part of me

By Anderson Clayton
Bullhorn Senior Editor

So here it is. The moment I’ve been dreading since the beginning of senior year – my goodbye to high school journalism. I cannot fully express in words what this class has taught me over the years, but I can say the impact is truly remarkable. I am no longer the same giggly, blonde haired, blue eyed girl who walked into the Journalism class four years ago; but rather an independent, outspoken journalist who sees every story the world has to offer.

I stumbled upon my love for journalism when I was a freshman in high school. My mother “decided” it would be a good idea for me to take journalism as an elective. Naturally, I reacted the way any 13-year-old would – by throwing a hissy fit. Looking back on that day now, I feel a bit silly, and no, I never hear the end of my mom’s “I told you so.” Somehow, she recognized my talent for writing before I did. Journalism will always be a part of me – I’m known for it – the girl with a pen and notepad in her hand, and questions at the ready.

From there, I met my mentor, teacher, confidant, and friend, Phyliss Boatwright. Mrs. Boatwright is not an easy person to characterize; because honestly, there are days when I felt I could have strangled that woman, but she gave me the greatest gift of all: the fire of the mind. Since ninth-grade, she has encouraged, taught, guided, advised, helped, and most importantly, loved me as her own. Mrs. Boatwright taught me how to take a pen and give paper a personality. Without her, my passion for journalism wouldn’t be the same, and I am lucky to have had such an inspiring teacher to turn to when I lacked the proper faith in myself as a writer.

Journalism also gave me the opportunity to meet my best friend, Maggie Harper. We’ve relied on each other for three years now, and I’m extremely thrilled our friendship will not end with high school. In the fall, we will both attend Appalachian State University to continue our journalism adventures and embrace new experiences. I still think Maggie and I will take over the world someday.

It has been my absolute privilege to have served as editor of the Roxboro Community School (RCS) journalism staff this year. This last Bullhorn for all the seniors made graduation finally seem real to me, and it saddens me to realize this is the end of my days barreling into a journalism class, ready to spill my guts about what happened that day. It’s the end of getting the scoop and reporting on something spectacular for the Saturday paper. It’s the end of my days as an RCS Bulldog. What began with a whimper ended with a bang. Nevertheless, with every end comes a new beginning, and this one seems extremely promising.

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