To most people, the building of Whippany Park High School is a school. In essence, it is. But for me, WP is where I go to everyday of my high school career, where young adulthood begins and childhood wanes. When I look down the hallways, I see creativity, not negativity. Maybe people dread going to school, but WP represents opportunities for me and opportunities are what I'm looking at for the rest of my life. Though, the homework aspect of school life I would rather do without! Friends, peers, new experiences, different clubs, band, and knowledge coalesce together to form this place that doesn't look normal to me. Especially band, kids from all over the district and families from all around know about the Pride of Hanover Township which I am a part of! Where most people see a school, I see Whippany Park, which makes all the difference.
A school should hold a comforting environment that provides safety and care for its students. I'm always surrounded by my friends and supporting teachers. Walking through the halls, I'm blessed to be able to say my greetings to my friends. Many people are there to support me in my academics, to tutor me and educate me. Whenever I'm in need of assistance, I can depend on friends and peers. I feel safe and comfortable, but still have a fair amount of excitement to stimulate my daily life. My seniors are always there to help and offer funny experiences and stories. There are always extracurricular activities occurring, such as environmental clubs, walks, donations and newspaper clubs where I can express my thoughts in the Opinion/Editorial section and recount fascinating stories from my school that I was a part of. My school is opening my eyes to the different opportunities and majors open to me when I start to think of the rest of my life. I can look into the future and be content knowing that the people in my school will help me and, if nothing else, they will contribute to the growing stack of happy memories.
When people ask what school you went to, when you graduated and most importantly, what happened senior year, I know I will be able to respond happily and reminiscently. I will come back years from now and wonder where all the time went, if I had accomplished everything I had wanted to when I was first attending WP. I might realize that my dreams are far from being realized or that the dreams I had thought were way too big to ever be reached were in reality easier than I had thought. WP means more than a school for me, it means friends, family, those I know, and those I'll get to know. WP is where dreams start, develop, and grow. WP is my school.
