Thanks To Manchester High School For A Great Four Years

Thanks To Manchester High School For A Great Four Years

Thank you for the best four years, but it's time to fly the nest.

As I sit down to write this letter, sleep is calling and a monster is sitting just before me. Earlier this morning, I was forced awake by my mother only to be dropped off at school for graduation practise. We got out designated number and section, and were seated on to the floor of the auxiliary gym- the entire senior class of 2017 in one room.

As I sat there waiting for the next few rows to be called, I took in each and every face on that floor, both familiar and unfamiliar. It had become real.

This past week, I graduated alongside the Manchester High senior class. I graduated with my Manchester High Family.

To Manchester High School. Four years ago, if you were to tell me I would cry four times in two weeks over the friends I had met, I would not believe it. My much hated middle school experience would be too fresh to believe something like that. My friends were all going to different schools, and a girl like me does not make friends so easily. I would look at you with skepticism, and I would deny it despite not knowing for certain.

If you were to tell me that my teachers would become some of the most inspiring and helpful people in my life without exaggeration, I would laugh. “They’ll be nice, surely,” I would say, “but not nearly as great as you make them sound.” And if you were to tell me that by the end of freshmen year, I would have my career path laid out with certainty, and invest any opportunity I have to broaden that experience, I would count on both hands all of the careers I was “set” on, and not one has stuck.

To Manchester High School, the school of cliches. The school in which broadened my horizons, or planted the seed to my future goals and hopes; the school of self discovery.

Because of you, Manchester High, I have found friends that I did not have. I have loved some, and lost some. I have had my encounters with bullying from the sidelines, but I know my family is there. I have made my home in the Mass Comm wing, a “forever home” as Ms. Kate Hoof had said, and it truly is. The friends who I had in freshmen year may not be as close knit now, and those who I did not speak to until this year may not see me as anything other than an acquaintance, but we truly are one family. Through borrowed mics, and misplaced B-roll, tensions ran high but we all were there with an extra battery when we were drained too low. We all had our niche that we offered, and even when I dreaded waking up to come the next day, I looked forward to our experiences, inside jokes, and comments.

From having few friends, to zero, to being surrounded by an entire class of personality and color, I will always be grateful for each and every one of you. To Manchester High School, I thank you for accepting me into the program, and giving me the chance to meet thirty best members of a family I never knew was possible.

To Manchester High School, I thank you for the amazing faculty. I thank you for the kindness of nearly every teacher I have had to interview, and the patience they had in freshmen year. I thank Mrs. Ellis for being so patient in giving us the inside scoop and allowing us her time, I thank the senior sponsors for giving us an amazing finish, and I thank the counselors for helping to guide us. To my teachers, who have showed me skills and helped me travel the path I would like to go forth in.

To Ms. Hoof, who first introduced me into the world of Mass Communications, and was the start of my journey through journalism and has been there from freshmen year, and continued to encourage me despite my frustrations with technology.

To Ms. Geranios, who was the launching pad for my career. Had it not been for her, I would never notice my full potential. She pushed for more, encouraged more, and thus gave me the confidence I needed to take pride in my work. Four years of writing under her advisory, my skillset has grown stronger, and I will carry each lesson near and dear to my heart for years to come.

And to Mr. Pioch, who, although I was not willing to take the class at first, was the teacher I needed to help boost my public confidence. Public speaking was never a favorite of mine, but after a year of doing nothing but speaking in front of a class who truly did not care what i had to say, I now know how to carry it gracefully without a fit of nerves winning.

To Manchester High School, who made me regret not doing more instead of wishing I had done less. To Manchester High School where the halls are filled with color and the personalities vibrant.

To Manchester High School, who I will always look back on fondly, miss dearly, and thank for the growth it has brought me. Never has a high school atmosphere felt so at home before, but after four years, it’s time to leave the nest. Thank you.

Cover Image Credit: Kaitlyn Partain

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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Things I Miss Now That I'm Home From College Again

There are so many reasons to be glad that the school year is over, but if you've done it right... there are a lot of reasons to miss it too.


So, school is over now and I've come home. As expected I was so relieved at first. No more showering with flip-flops, no more listening to screaming girls running up and down the hall, and a space that is mine and mine alone. But after a week or so of being back, there are a few things I've already started to miss.

I know that not every single person has the ideal roommate but I got really lucky with mine. Coming home I was excited to have my own space, but now when I'm doing my midnight scrolling, I'm realizing that I miss being able to talk to her about the funny things I see in that very moment. Tagging, DMing, and texting her doesn't feel the same as a long night of giggles spent together.

Also, while seeing old friends when you get home is amazing, and there is always a lot to catch up on, you do start to miss your other friends too. Being in college means that your friends are going through similar things as you are all the time. You have tests together, clubs together, and sometimes you spend way too much time procrastinating together. The bond you begin to form is one you definitely begin to miss - especially when you guys don't live close off of campus.

Coming home also means you don't have a set schedule or at least not immediately. You may come back to a previous job and that puts something on your calendar, but the free time you still have during the week can be a little too much. I know I've spent way too much time obsessing over the Tati/James drama than I ever would have at school. The routine I had at school kept me busy and entertained, and I'm honestly missing it a lot right now.

There are a lot of other things to miss too - even things you thought you wouldn't. You miss the classes, the teachers, and sometimes the food. I know I miss the environment. It isn't a perfect one, but it's full of people just trying to find their way. We are all working through the roller coaster of life and we are all stuck on one beautiful campus together while we figure it all out. I miss meeting new people at the bus stops or running into old classmates and catching up.

I guess the bonus for me is that I just finished sophomore year which means I have more time to spend at school. Come senior year, I guess I'll have to learn quickly how to deal without the things I miss - and also create a schedule so I can travel to see all of my friends, but those are all problems for future me.

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