The Pitch has been one of my few constants during high school. I have trouble saying goodbye to the things I love, and I am still in denial that this chapter of my life is ending.
My journey to WJ was an odd one, I’ll admit. I re-entered the MCPS system after attending a private middle school, and returning to public school after three years was nerve wracking. I became used to a small student body and knowing all of my classmates inside and out. I knew WJ was going to be a challenge. I transferred with a handful of my friends, and we vowed to stick together to navigate a school where our grade was larger than the entirety of our previous school.
I often say that switching to WJ was one of the best choices I made regarding my education. The opportunities at WJ are unmatched. I never imagined leaving behind my love for softball — after two years on the JDS varsity softball team — to join the WJ rowing team for two years, but I did. I never imagined falling in love with a writing class, but I did. I never imagined I would be an editor for the school newspaper. These “nevers” became possible because of the faculty and community at WJ.
I found my student families in clubs and activities; I cherished the teamwork and camaraderie of the crew team, the fearlessness of Sources of Strength, the community of the Jewish Student Union and the love of journalism I found at The Pitch.
My high school years were filled with self-discovery and growth. Freshman year, I learned to come out of my introverted shell and embraced the new challenges of high school. Sophomore year, I let go of a sport I came to enjoy in pursuit of my emotional and mental wellness. Junior year was an introduction to adulthood and independence, and senior year was a (remote) learning experience, to say the least.
To my fellow editorial board members, thank you. You all have been there for me in times of need, laughs, cries and friendship. You helped make my high school dreams come true, and I am forever grateful for all of the hard work and effort we did together. I can’t wait to see how we change the world, journalists or not.
Last, but most certainly not least, Mrs. Borrelli. Thank you for your constant and unwavering support of the staff, encouraging our growth and being my friend. You helped light my spark for journalism, and I will carry that with me through college and beyond. Thank you for everything you have done for me and for The Pitch.
To the unsure girl walking through the halls on her first day, marvelling at the confidence in the eyes of upperclassmen, don’t worry. One day, you’ll understand.
