Writing this now after pushing it off for multiple weeks, using making the Baccalaureate video as an excuse not to start. While working on it however, seeing photo after photo of our grade and I growing up, i’ve realized its the perfect inspiration to write this. And while I wont lie and say that I’ve absolutely loved my time here, I am certain that these were not the best 4 years of my life, contrary to what everyone tries to tell you. I will say watching the Baccalaureate video, over and over and over editing, seeing the photos of my grade growing up together does make me grateful for my time here. As I wouldnt be the person I am without my experiences here.
Westborough High School is incredibly competitive, as it seems everyone takes AP classes and is an active member in every club you can think of. Attending a school like this one has taught me a very important lesson: Don’t compare yourself to others. Every single person has something about them that no one else has, something that makes them special. Everyone has different experiences, motivations, and struggles, and to compare yourself to that is unfair.
Growing up in a small town, it feels like everyone knows everyone, that everyone will find out everything you do and say. Though as I moved through high school, I came to a second lesson, no one is watching you. Everyone is absorbed in their own life and thoughts, that no one will pay attention if you mess up, or make a mistake. The only person who would care would be you. Over and over, I will tell people things about myself, thinking it is common knowledge, but I was proved wrong time and time again. Don’t spend your time worrying about how other people will perceive you or how they will remember your mistakes, because truly no one cares.
Joining Journalism my freshman year helped me to just do my own thing in this class, and allow myself to become passionate and excited about projects I’m working on. From my first big project, a look into mental health in female student athletes, to now working on the Baccalaureate video for our entire grade and their families to watch is something I don’t think my freshman year self could have imagined. Through my time in the class I’ve made some of my best friends. Shout out to Hannah and Sahana, thank you two for always being down to do a food review. This class has given me a chance to express myself and my interests in many different ways, and has allowed me to branch out in the school, meeting a big range of people through broadcasting and articles I’ve worked on.
And while I’m excited to start the next part of my life, I spend a lot of time reflecting on my time here, as I have spent my entire life in this town. Westborough gave me some of the best memories I could ask for: playing manhunt, bonfires, and pizza nights with my neighbors. (Shout out to the Fiedlers, Armstrongs, and Burns for that). Thank you to the friends that I have met and kept through my time in Westborough for spending countless nights driving around town getting food, and going to Chauncy, going skiing and for some traveling the globe. Those are memories that I hope to hold onto forever.
Although I will miss the people I have come to love in this town, I am more than ready to leave this school. Which provides me with one final lesson Westborough High has taught me, it isn’t the place that makes it a home, it’s the people.
To my next home and the people I have yet to meet there, Roll Huskies!
