Goodbye

Before sophomore year, I thought that my only home was the one that I grew up in.

Upon my arrival to C103 I discovered that I couldn’t have been more wrong. Though at first it felt that I was in a room with people who had mental issues, (considering the shirt read “We have issues!”) C103 became my home away from home. I had a strong and supportive mentor and a room filled with phenomenal people. With the support of all these people, I began to grow.

I grew from the timid and shy sophomore who was scared to pitch, to contacting school principals, city mayors, Senators for stories. I broadened my horizon to everything around me. I just wasn’t doing something the grade anymore, but rather for a deeper purpose. I wanted to tell the story of other people. I wanted to tell the story of building principal who leaving Mason for her old school. I wanted to tell the story of 9/11 victims. I wanted to tell the story of kids who get kicked out of parks and public areas for skateboard. I wanted to tell the story of people who are so addicted to porn that is has a psychological impact on their brains. And I am blessed to have the opportunity to do all those things, except the last one…

The Chronicle wouldn’t be what it is without every person who is in C103, who has been in C103, and who will come to C103. Along the way, they all have left something behind. All these people have left their sweat, tears, long hours, and raging emails, and without it just wouldn’t be the same.

I will forever cherish the moment when I saw Jocelyn Senter open the Chronicle center spread and read a story about drugs and alcohol. That was the first time I was awed by the nature of the Chronicle. Though I had nothing to do with the production of that story, it truly felt like a team. 25 people who are in the same boat, who want nothing but the best for each other, and Jocelyn Senter was the shark out to get us. It truly was an us versus them mentality.

I will never forget coming in at 5 A.M to bag, because the paper was delivered later than when it usually was. That was the first time when The Chronicle felt not like work, but a family. A family that knew no bounds. You don’t do what you’re asked to do, but you go above and beyond.

I would like to thank Mr. Conner for a great three years. Though he made fun of me everyday for three years, he has a always been a pillar of support and a champion for all his students. I want to thank everyone both my peers and the seniors before me for taking under your wing and ensuring I succeed.

After three years, I’m not sad about leaving C103, because I always know that a part of me will forever be in C103 and I will have an attachment to The Chronicle.

 

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