2018-05-19 / The Bullhorn

‘One of the greatest opportunities of my life’

This is the very last time that I will ever write an article from the comfort of Phyliss Boatwright’s journalism class — and I am doing so as I sob.

This class has been an epic journey and this journey has single-handedly been one of the greatest opportunities of my life. I remember stumbling through Boatwright’s door for the first time like it was yesterday. She greeted me, asked about my interests, and quickly responded, “We all love to take pictures, what makes you special?”

Not only was I speechless, but I didn’t have a clue.

Maybe I wasn’t special. Maybe this was not the place for me. In my panic, I watched her crack a smile and it was then that I knew everything would be fine.

On the first day of class, I met my other half. We would eventually become known as the dynamic duo. I met a trio of seniors, the big sisters I never had.

Sarcastic and dark, the first helped me learn to let go. Ambitious and bold, the next pushed me to reach my full potential.

Hopeful and loving, the last taught me how to survive, forever standing right by my side. I met myself, the girl that I thought I knew. I even became a better version of her too. Little by little, journalism helped crack my shell, as it forced me to excel outside of my comfort zone. This class has done so much for me that it physically pains me to leave and finally be out on my own.I am so thankful that I stumbled through Boatwright’s door years ago, for had I not, I would be one lost little soul. I am equally thankful for each memory that I have made. Each friend, each connection, and every accomplishment along the way. I am so very lucky to have had the chance to love and be loved by this school, this class, and the one and only Phyliss Boatwright.

Though I know that my future is exciting and bright, my heart is breaking as I say my final goodbye.

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