There comes a time when you realize that life will keep going on. That time for me is my last year at Malden High School.
Reflecting on my four years in journalism specifically, I’ve made connections, learned new things about who I am, how to interact with people, and how to become the man I always knew I would be.
Through small interactions with important figures at our high school, to community leaders and small businesses around me, I realized that I had a gift; the gift to give hope to others. I have been trying to abide by that code ever since I stepped foot into high school.
I try my best to lift the spirits of others, even those who are mere strangers to me. I think cordiality is important and necessary for every situation; life is hard enough. To have the privilege and chance to make someone’s day just by giving a selfless compliment or the ability to ask questions to display a certain attentiveness is what I find myself trying to do, no matter how bad or complicated a day I’m having. It resets me to a certainty that I am trying every day to be a good person.
I will remember those who have taught me and helped me reach this goal very fondly. From my first day at Malden High School, a confused freshman trying to set the foundation for his future by taking the hardest classes; to slowly transitioning to a burnt out sophomore, taking AP Biology, and three college courses; to junior year——challenging himself to his limit with three AP classes, to the end of the chapter; senior year, finishing strong with a good repertoire. I am ending a chapter that my sibling is starting, so he will make the most out of this experience and will be able to tell a story like this himself.
Part of trying to understand this existential concept about myself is realizing that sometimes others won’t be compatible with my morals and ideals. In this chapter of my life, I know relationships will fall out, everyone will take a different direction in life, no matter what program, college, or job they find themselves doing. It is bittersweet how everything unfolds. I would have never guessed that this confused freshman would be attending the dream school he’s had since 6th grade.
Boston University will be my home for the next four years, where I hope to continue to practice this aspect of myself that I have lost and found again through my four years at Malden High. I hope to stay grounded to my roots, never forget where I came from, and show Boston what Malden means to me.
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