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The Willistonian, Est. 1881

The oldest continuously published high school newspaper in America

The Willistonian, Est. 1881

The oldest continuously published high school newspaper in America

The Willistonian, Est. 1881

The Beginning of the End

by Mairead Poulin ’13

Last week was a weird time to be a senior.

It seemed like everywhere I went last week, a strange energy followed. It could be because this was our first full week back, and everyone was finally getting back into the “school thing” after two and a half weeks off. Maybe it was because most colleges just sent their admissions replies and everyone was on edge waiting to hear the news. Or, maybe we were all just waiting desperately for bagels.

Whatever it was, from classes, to practice, to play rehearsal, there was a nervous and anxious feeling all over campus.

Trimester three has set in, and spring is coming (excruciatingly slowly). And even though we still have less than two months left of school (that’s 51 days, seniors), we’re closer than ever to the end: of work, of classes, and, for some of us, of high school. That means a lot of things, and last week – when the weather wasn’t quite nice yet, and the work began to pile on once more – it meant worrying about what the future holds and how to handle it all.

We’re looking at the end of a long journey, whether it be another new year at Williston ahead of us or the end of four (for some of us, it’s even the end of six). It’s the culmination of a chapter of our lives and marks a transition into the next phase. What will next year look like? Where do we go from here?

Last Friday, the first of our Accepted Students Day arrived, and campus was filled with kids and parents who are asking themselves the same questions. As some of us prepare to leave Williston others prepare to come. We were looking forward and back at the same time, both anticipating what next year holds and reliving the decisions we’ve already made.

I’m not trying to get philosophical here. I’ll leave that to our Senior Speaker, whoever they may be (voting for that, too, signifies the beginning of the end). Still, it’s weird to think about everything going on right now, and the big decisions we’re all facing. I’ll try not to dwell on it again this week. I’d rather take things as they come.

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    YoshiApr 5, 2013 at 1:04 PM

    Spring time in Williston was my favorite time of year, yet it was my least time of year. Snow finally melts and warmer weather finally settles. You could finally walk on the grass, barefoot, of course. And before you know it, it’s already the end of May. Some of my best memories from Williston took place around this time of year, from swimming in the Manhan River to just hanging outside Ford Hall with friends. Senior year flew right by and I tried to savor each precious day, but If I could do anything, I’d love to go back in time and spend a day as a senior with my classmates. Seniors, enjoy your final moments. You’ll know what I mean.

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