Jess Daninhirsch
Written 4/9
All hope that we were still holding out to see our favorite teachers and best friends once more is officially gone. Nothing will ever be the same. The next time I go to school, I will be a junior. At NASH. I never expected that when I left school for the day on March eleventh that it would be the last time I walked out of NAI as a student.
Today, April ninth, Governor Tom Wolf announced that all Pennsylvania schools will be closed for the rest of the school year. There is so much that will be left unfinished.
As much as I dreaded waking up at 5:50 every single day and as much as I didn’t want to do my chemistry homework, I now realize that I took everything for granted. I would do anything now to be able to wake up at 5:50 to see my best friends in the halls and go to Mr. Hull’s English class at 7:23 in the morning. Every little thing that I did every day, I never realized how much I appreciated those things and how they impacted my sophomore year.
This year was difficult. Challenging subject matter, countless tests, juggling so many classes and extracurriculars. But what got me through each and every hard day were my friends and teachers who were always there to help me and make me smile.
Every little thing that I did every day, I never realized how much I appreciated those things and how they impacted my sophomore year. I’ll never get to eat my lunch in the goal classroom with my friends and play Sporcle quizzes with Mrs. Steele. I’ll never get to use Mr. Hull’s Convive coffee bags and cups and mugs and framed photos of him and his kids as hall passes again. I’ll never get to do a whole workout in his homeroom again either. I’ll never get to make fireworks or make popcorn on a Bunsen burner with Mr. Zavacky again. I’ll never get to make a podcast in the new studio again.
This is my last outlet, the newspaper. If there is one class that I will miss most of all and not be afraid to say it, it’s ninth period journalism. That class changed my entire life.
“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone.” – Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows