Dear Reader,
As a satire writer for the Hilltopper, I felt that my last article was a true goodbye. It perfectly encapsulated my career as a writer for this humble newspaper––a one year stint of satire. But now, I am being tasked with writing another goodbye, possibly something more genuine. So I’ve decided to be as honest as possible with my final words as a high school student.
It was one hell of a four years I’ve had at Needham High. Hell is definitely the appropriate term. There were some highs, but there were definitely some low lows. High school for me was a blur, but not because it flew by. It feels like freshman year was a hundred years ago, but somehow, at the same time, those hundred years occurred in one night––all just a fuzzy dream. For four years I’ve dreamt of this day of graduation, but now that day has come and all I can think about is getting a one night delay. There’s so many things that I wish I could have done in high school, and yet, I hate so many things that did happen in high school. I know it’s all pretty vague, but then again, so was high school. I’m ready to move on to more specificity.
To everyone on the Hilltopper, I want to thank you for a great couple of years. I only wish I could have written more. So although brief, I’m ready to wrap up my goodbye.
Sayonara and salutations,
Jack