From Our May/June Issue
If you would have told my ninth grade self that I would become an editor for The Harbinger or develop a passion for journalism I would’ve told you that you were crazy. I was going to become a world renowned pastry chef and open my own bakery, or so I thought. But, as I sit in my bedroom self-quarantined, it’s hard to believe that this is the last time I will write a piece for The Harbinger, my last issue as Co-Editor.
I remember walking in the first day of sophomore year, intimidated by the pink walls and the vocal, driven people that called this place home. I sat in the furthest corner trying not to be seen. But then, I wrote my first article. I, as usual, didn’t think it was any good, but my copy editor at the time told me how great I had done—that’s where my journey began. It was as if something clicked that day, telling me that this was where I was meant to be, the Pink Room was my new home.
Now it’s my time to leave, to begin a new journey. There are simply not enough words to describe all what The Harbinger has taught me. My position as Co-Editor has been challenging to say the least, but with the help and support of my friends and the willingness of Mrs. Borges to put up with me, somehow I made it through. There were times that I thought I had bit off more than I could chew, but I wouldn’t change anything about the past three years.
The Harbinger has not only prepared me for my future at Cornell or wherever I end up, but it has also gifted me friendships that I know will last a lifetime. The walls of the Pink Room have seen me at my worst and at my best, from being burned out and near my breaking point to being excited with a million ideas buzzing through my mind or laughing so hard that I start crying.
Although I may not always show it, I love every single member of my Pink Room family and I can’t begin to express the impact they’ve had on not only my high school experience, but who I have become as a person. Of course, there are things that I wish I could’ve done better in this year, and I definitely have room for improvement, but I leave knowing The Harbinger is in good hands and that the next editors will do an even better job.
The only regret I have is not being able to say goodbye in person to the family that I have come to love. Although my time in the Pink Room may be up, I will carry it with me everywhere I go. The Harbinger has changed my life and I couldn’t be more grateful. I am not good at saying goodbye, and I don’t think I ever truly could. And so, I am off to chase my next story, see you later.
