Inklings Graduation 2023 Issue

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A letter from Principal Thomas to the Class of ‘23 Stafford Thomas Jr. Principal

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It’s all about the drive,” is a phrase which summons feelings of traveling on an odyssey or perhaps taking the road less traveled. Both would be quite accurate comparisons to your high school experience.

You and I have grown a lot over these years and the multitude of varied and shared experiences I hope have changed us for the better. I can say that the feeling in the building and the spirit of the school is better at this moment in time than it was four short (or long) years ago. I attribute these positive shifts to your commitment, your drive to first make the best of a difficult situation and more

recently, to make the most of “normal” times. Your drive to build or be part of the school community has helped us to define for the greater community what it means to be a Wrecker.

You will never be accused of being stuck “in park” or waiting for something to happen. Your class has demonstrated that you are driven to make change happen and to not wait around due in part to your genuine understanding of the true value of the commodity known as time. Your drive will get you through the increasingly complex and turbulent world. I cannot think of a time where one class of students experienced two seismic shifts in education; Covid in your first two years and ChatGPT this

Inklings Staff

Editors-In-Chief Genevieve Frucht, Paige Tighe Paper Managing Editors Ruby Kantor, Talia Varsano Web Managing Editors Jolie Gefen, Talia Moskowitz Associate Managing Editors Ava Cordella, Paige Miller Associate Web Managing Editor Samantha Sandrew Creative Directors Alex Gaines, Shivali Kanthan Assistant Creative Director Avery Michalowski Business Manager Mia Kirkorsky Assistant Business Managers Charlotte Berner, Rylie Cordella, Caroline Zajac Communications Coordinator Caitlin Jacob Social Media Managers Ava Coyle, Poppy Harrington Broadcast Directors Zoe Alpert, Zoe Boxenbaum Exececutive TV Show Producers Nina Bowens, Ben Buchalter News Editors Henry Watson, Sophia Reeves

Opinions Editors Angelina Matra, Katherine Phelps, Lily Rimm, Demi Sasson Features Editors Mia Bomback, Zara Saliba, Lily Hultgren, Anna Kercher Arts Editors Addison Coughlin, Andi Jacobs, Ava Chun, Siena Petrosinelli Sports Editors Sophie Smith, Matthew Stashower, Sage Cohen, Madison Mayr Web News Editors Ella Harrington, Rachel Olefson Web Opinions Editors Liora Perkins, Jack Robinson Web Features Editors Cassidy Gutman, Ayaan Olasewere Web Arts Editor Olivia Signorile Web Sports Editors Tristan Gonzalez, William Murray Web Photostory Editor Audrey Curtis Advisors Joseph Delgobbo, Mary Elizabeth Fulco

year. While not comparable in terms of real impact, their impact will indeed be felt and will influence public education from these days forward and you were able to navigate the bumps in the road with the belief that something good is waiting for you along this road.

This yearbook pays tribute, yes to car culture, but also to your drive and how it documents and presents the events both big and small, but each one significant, so that when you soon look back on the year, the era, that was-you will see that you are stronger and more prepared for life’s challenges now than you were at the beginning of your career at Staples. You have more determination now and are therefore

more confident in your ability to handle challenges, create and seize opportunities and embrace friendships at a deeper level than ever before because of all you have experienced as a Wrecker. Cherish what you have learned about yourself and others during these high school years and continue to show the amazing creativity, gratitude and empathy that you have exhibited over these past four years. It was truly something to witness you, my first four year graduating class, demonstrate your drive and make this experience a memorable one. I guess I could say that you are a driving force behind this beautiful transformation here at Staples. Thank you.

Go Wreckers!

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Front cover pictured left to right: Jack Whittle ’23, Olivia Katz ’23, Chloe Hackett ’23, Srushti Karve ’23, Olivia Kasabian ’23, Charlie Watson ’23

Back cover picurtued left to right: Srushti Karve ’23, Jack Whittle ’23, Olivia Katz ’23, Ryan Lapatine ’23, Chloe Hackett ’23, Charlie Watson ’23, Will Holleman ’23, Olivia Kasabian ’23

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Embracing my identity: growing up biracial Julia Herlyn ‘23 Editor-in-Chief

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n a college interview this past winter, I mentioned that inclusion efforts are personally important to me because of my Asian (and thus POC) identity. My interviewer, who was of Asian descent herself, paused, shifting in her seat as a confused expression promptly emerged on her face.

She halted the interview entirely, and we subsequently deliberated over the semantics of my Asianness (much to my surprise and discomfort).

“Which one of your parents is Asian?” My mother. “And where is she from?” We’re South Korean. “And what about your dad—he’s white?”

Yes, his family is of western European origins (mostly Germanic, English and Swiss).

I expected that we would then resume the interview, but instead I was asked a question that has resonated with and challenged me since that day: “How does that make you feel— being Asian, but not necessarily having any obvious outward appearance of being Asian? I couldn’t tell before you told me.”

She was presumably referring to my “white” name and physical appearance, both of which aren’t necessarily indicative of my Korean heritage in a pronounced or prominent way to those who don’t know of my Korean roots.

Aside from feeling disoriented due to the circumstances of our conversation (after all, it was a college interview), the interviewer’s tone and complexion both made me immediately feel as though I was being challenged and even questioned about my identity

and sense of self—like I’m less ships with my maternal side deserving to be proud of my of my family and everything Korean heritage because I’m bi- that they’ve sacrificed for me racial, rather than fully Korean. and provided me with—not However, as I’ve contem- only as a daughter, niece or also plated her question over the granddaughter—but past few months, I’ve not only as a person, an individual.

Since I may externally look realized that my relationship with my Korean identi- “white”—both on paper and in ty is more complex than my a physical sense—sometimes I initial reaction to her ques- feel as though a significant, estion—frankly, I’ve also grown sential half of my identity is not to understand the importance being adequately represented of maintaining self-love and or recognized by others, as if it assurance in one’s identity. is obscured by my Latin-origiAs a child (and still today), nating name and freckled, rosy skin. Because I was sigI may not nificantly influenced I was being challenged look “Asian” I may not suffer by my ma- [...] about my identity from the internal side creasing levof my fam- and sense of self. els of Asian ily, spending a considerable amount of hate. I’ve “revealed” my Koretime with my maternal uncle an identity to friends, teachers and grandma (or “Halmuni” in and mentors countless times, Korean) throughout elementa- to which most say, “Oh, I didn’t ry school. My uncle essentially know that,” and “I wouldn’t have taught me how to read, write known that if you didn’t tell me.”

I’ve questioned whether I’m and do basic arithmetic. My mom and uncle both intro- less deserving to be proud of my duced me to some of my favor- identity or even ite things in life: classical music outraged at the and the arts at large, literature racism and viand Korean food. My Halmuni, olence toward who is a survivor of the Kore- Asian Amerian War, a mother of three and cans because I an active psychiatrist even today at 83, is a constant source of inspiration for me.

I’ve always taken immense pride in my Korean identity, particularly because of my relation-

am biracial. I’ve felt as though my white side and name are a guise that ultimately conceal my Korean heritage and pride, even though I have no shame whatsoever in my ethnicity.

Despite my occasional doubts and anxieties regarding my inner dichotomy and the prejudgments of others, I repeatedly return to my internal voice to contemplate this question. Ultimately, I am—and always will be—proud of my Korean origins; not only because I feel culturally connected to Korean history and culture, but even more so because of the relationships I’ve forged with the maternal side of my family.

Those bonds and shared experiences and passions have irreversibly shaped who I am today, and there is no reason for me not to take pride in who I am.

My Korean identity transcends its confinements, and its implications have allowed me to grow and find myself in a holistic sense. For that, I couldn’t be more grateful.

FAMILY TIES Julia Herlyn ’23 feels closer to her Korean heritage because of her maternal uncle and grandma.

They have taught her to be proud and inspired by her culture.

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Red the hair grows: how I grew to love my hair Lucy Dockter ‘23 Editor-in-Chief

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hen people look at me, I know the first thing they see: my hair. It is bright red and curly-cue curly. The rest of my family has dark, straight, brown hair. They wake up in the morning, brush out the knots and the tangles, smooth it flat against their heads, and are good to go. But when I try the same, my crimson corkscrews grow into a lion’s mane.

I’ve learned to leave the house, no matter how my hair looks.

My hair has a mind of her own, never sitting still, twisting off in random directions.

Some people will try to push

stray curls (the ones that stick buttons, velcro, rings. When straight up or out) back in, but she is loose, she blocks my their efforts are in vain. My peripheral view. She doesn’t hair does not want to listen. match any of my colorful My hair and I have alt-shirts. She flies wild and free ways been opposites. She atevery time I open my mouth. tracts attention. She’s big I, on the other hand, like and loud and doesn’t listen. structure. I like having instrucWe often don’t get along. tions. But I’ve never been given She gets me caught up in instructions on my hair. There is social interactions I no manual. I’ve foldon’t relish, bringlowed tutoing in swarms rials onof strangers line for wanting to when or touch her or how to talk about brush proper her, but h a i r - c a re t h e y techniques. n e v e r She gets work. I’ve snarled on ended up the smallbrushing her est things: to the point of Photo by Ava Chun ’25

both of us suffering: hair in the drain and my wrist sprained.

Over the years I’ve learned techniques of tying my hair back, protecting it from getting caught when I drive or wear sequins or play the cello.

I’ve learned how to hold her in the shower to be able to brush her (brush in small segments—there’s less pushback).

But even though we battle, my hair is protection. She keeps me warm; I never need a wool hat or scarf in the wintertime.

She’s also a comfort in that she’s special. She makes me laugh when I look in the mirror after waking up and strands of hair are flying about my face, and I know there is nothing I can do about it. I know I always have a bit of pizzazz to every outfit.

The truth is, she’s grown on me.

It’s not always bad to get off track: exploring individuality Sports Editor

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come from a sports-oriented family. We bond over our love for sports as a shared passion. This could mean watching the Brooklyn Nets and the Pittsburgh Steelers at night or competing in our NCAA March Madness tournament brackets.

My father played college basketball, and he encouraged my sisters and me to play sports at very young ages. We followed the traditional model with youth soccer, PAL basketball and high school team sports. Since both of my sisters excelled in this model, I naturally followed in their footsteps. While my heart was never 100% in these sports, it never occurred to me or my family to try something new.

On a whim, I decided to

join the track team during the spring of sophomore year. I had very little expectations for myself going into it. Similarly, since no one in my family knew anything about track, there was zero pressure.

The first day of evaluations, I remember feeling nervous. I didn’t know anyone on the team, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I thought about not going through with it, but I am so glad that I did.

After a few days of evaluation, I was placed in the field events group. Initially, I was disappointed because I didn’t know what that meant, and I wanted to run. Once I realized what the field events were, I felt right at home.

Track is unique. Although you compete individually, there is still a strong sense of camaraderie within the team.

In the case of track, your own success is directly correlated by the work you put in. Finally, I found a sport where my heart was fully in it.

Track ended up changing the trajectory of my life. Instead of playing basketball my junior year, I joined the indoor track team, and I will now be competing at the collegiate level.

This experience has taught me an invaluable lesson: the importance of trying something new. If I had not taken a chance my sophomore year, I would not be the person I am today. Track has t r ans for m e d me into a more confident and self-assured version of myself. It has

become a huge part of my life.

My biggest takeaway from high school is that it is important to try new things when you are young and have endless opportunities. You should not put yourself into a box too early because you might not get to experience your best self.

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An Ode to Turkeys: celebrating my identity Ella Shi ‘23

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Dad! Can you help me put the turkey in the oven?” I hopped off the wooden step stool and admired my perfectly seasoned, buttered and twined turkey sitting in a roasting pan on the kitchen counter.

“H o de, láile (Okay, coming),” he called from the living room couch.

As the turkey approached 165 degrees Fahrenheit, I set the table for my family of four, making sure to include chopsticks for my parents, along

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with forks, spoons and knives.

For many, the image of an 8-year-old girl wearing an apron and basting a 12-pound bird, mashing russet potatoes and folding pie crust might be shocking. However, growing up, I was always ready to take on a challenge—I hated being told that I was “too young” or “not mature enough.” I always rejected dolls and toy cars, and instead, opted for cooking and baking— maybe because of the sense of satisfaction I re c e i v e d

from sharing the prod- school year. I welcomed the role uct of a new recipe with wholeheartedly.

Graduation my friends and family. layout approached, where my For the feast, I made a list staff would take on the task of of everything I needed—ingre- creating a 48-page paper (twice dients, utensils, baking pans. I as long as a typical issue) that made an extensive menu (too featured the graduating class— excessive for a family of four), stimulating my love of leading but I was willing to eat recon- extensive projects. It came to structed leftme when I overs for the I felt pride in my was designnext week as ing a page all families work, as I had while featuring do. More- standing in front of student piover, I made a making my first roast turkey lots: meticulousa magazine ly planned on Thanksgiving day. reminded schedule of me of cookwhen to start ing Thankseach component of the meal giving dinner. to ensure everything would Each section—news, opinbe done at the same time. ions, features, arts, sports—was During freshman year, I a separate dish. Each article enrolled in Introduction to was an ingredient; the photos Journalism. Journalism felt for- and graphics were garnish. I felt eign to me because it lacked right at home conducting this the typical structure of writ- challenging project. I guided ing I was used to. Instead of my sous chefs (editors), giving multi-page essays with an them advice that I had gained introduction, body and con- after years of being on the paclusion structure, journalistic per. I adapted to hurdles that writing was short, straight-to- arose, such as when the centhe-point and prioritized the terspread graphic had to be remost newsworthy information. done the day before publishing.

Eventually, I found my footing The graduation issue was in that different style of writ- a major success thanks to the ing, and Inklings became the entire staff and my guidance. center of my high school career Seeing the physical paper and as I went from staff writer to the parents’ and senior stuweb editor to paper editor. I dents’ reactions, I felt pride in became familiar with the my work, as I had while standvarious aspects of journal- ing in front of my first roast ism: writing, editing, in- turkey on Thanksgiving day. terviewing, photography Upon reflection, I realize and Adobe software. that Thanksgiving dinner may Toward the end only come once a year; still, the of my junior year, I re- same mindset that inspired me ceived the honor of be- to cook encourages me daily to ing a Managing Editor of take on bigger, meatier chalInklings for the upcoming lenges than 12-pound turkeys.

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Throw caution to the wind:

Real-world experiences illustrate need for unfiltered thought

to do was speak my truth and respond to the question: why Paper Managing Editor do I want to practice medicine?

As a true planner, I went back to my supplemental essays remember sitting as a junior and picked out the key ideas I for my Inklings leadership wanted to highlight in my ininterview like it was yester- terview. I studied YouTube vidday. The chair I was sitting on eos, scoured Reddit threads was wobbly, so I braced my foot and collected an extensive against the floor to keep steady. list of potential interview The late afternoon sun was questions and points I peeking through the classroom’s wanted to make. I was preblinds, illuminating a panel of pared—right? But when I faces before me—the present sat down to conduct a mock senior Inklings leadership and interview, I froze. The simple advisors. Even though I had question “Why medicine?” spent a considerable amount took me back to that day in the of time perfecting my appli- rickety chair at the Inklings incation, no amount of prepara- terview, where my wish to protion could’ve vide the “perprevented the response I just had to provide fect” dryness of my trumped mouth or my myself the space to my preparafingers anx- allow my unfiltered tion and left iously fidgetme grasping in my lap. self to shine through. ing for the I spent right words the greater part of high school to showcase my true self. planning and preparing. From It took a lot of practice my course selections, my study and self-reflection for me methods and the extracurricu- to finally understand that lars I chose, I cautiously made this interview wasn’t each decision. Having re- going to be perfectly al-world interview experiences rehearsed or articshowed me that preparation is ulated. I had prelimited: sometimes you just have pared enough— to throw caution to the wind. the answers Nearly a year after my In- were all in my klings interview, I found myself head—I just in the same position. Since my had to prosophomore summer of high vide myself school, I had my heart set on the space to a B.S./M.D. program (a du- allow my unal-degree medical program that filtered self to shine through. typically ranges from seven So, I implore you, future to eight years in length). This Staples graduates, to leave past January, when I finally some room for improvisareceived the opportunity to sit tion. Not everything has to for a medical school interview, be planned extensively, and all the hours spent volunteer- speaking to your raw expeing in the hospital, shadowing riences will allow the rest of doctors and conducting re- your personality and incredsearch felt validated. All I had ible talent to follow through.

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here is a long-standing second semester senior girls’ tradition of utilizing a kid’s backpack for all of quarter four, and I failed it.

By the second semester, all seniors have applied to college and many have already committed. So, in an act of celebration and as a symbol of their release from any remaining high school academic obligations, senior girls wear small, cartoon-decorated bags that include as few things inside as possible.

But, unlike my peers, in just weeks, my strap frayed and broke, making the bag useless.

While part of my failure may be due to the measly $10 I spent on it at our local Walmart, the main issue was probably due to the fact that, at any given time, the bag had roughly 12 to 15 pounds of books and school equipment in it.

You see, I am not the kind of student who can “give up on grades.” I have always strived for academic success. There wasn’t a better feeling than ending a quarter with all my classes having an A- or above.

But, as I reflect now, I recognize that, at some point, my goals turned into expectations and my pride turned into anxiety. So even now, when I have secured a college and have every right to relax, I take it hard when my grades aren’t “perfect.”

When I was younger, I was excited about learning. School was an opportunity to learn more about the world and expand my thinking. But as the years passed and pressures increased, learning was set aside

and an obsession with grades percentages took its place. Soon I wasn’t calculating equations; I was calculating how high of a grade I needed on an assignment to keep at least an A-. Each test I faced felt like I was entering a coliseum to fight for my life.

These expectations were forced upon me by only my own internal demands.

I felt that if I could not r e a c h these h i g h grades, my fut u r e w a s doomed.

I let the small digital numbers and letters in PowerSchool dictate my happiness and my perceived ability.

So, when the second semester of my senior year rolled around and it came time to have a bit of fun and return to the care-free days of elementary school with a backpack decorated with small rainbows, stars and turquoise zippers, I couldn’t let go. I continued cramming all my supplies into it. My computer, six folders for each of my classes, a pencil case, anywhere from two to three in-class reading books, chargers of all kinds and normally a very large hydro flask. I saw all these things as a necessity to being prepared and able

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Don’t memorize the unit circle: you are the expert on your life

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taring at my computer through tears, I attempted to absorb each coordinate of the unit circle. However, my sophomore year self kept mixing up the sines and cosines.

With T-8 hours until the test, I called it a night. If I couldn’t remember the trigonometric value, I could just draw a triangle, right? To my surprise, that test was the highest grade I had received in Pre-Calculus. The paper was returned to me with 20 triangles scribbled in pencil, with a smiley face at the top in blue ink.

I had spent my entire academic career adhering to the unspoken rules: turning in every assignment at least 24 hours before the due date and studying at least three days in advance for each test. In middle school, I was the designated “Quizlet girl,” with my study sets usually reaching at least 50 students. But if trig taught me anything besides SOH-CAH-TOA, it was that I needed to listen

to my own academic needs. GPA and participate in every So you can imagine my extracurricular. I was condisurprise on my 16th birthday tioned to seek validation from when I failed my permit test. others, even if it meant taking Being one of the youngest advice that might not work among my friends, I had been for me. But, as I reflect upon advised that the 60+ page the past four years, my most manual was a “waste of time” positive experiences have and instead, I should study been when I listened to my by taking online practice ex- own needs and aspirations.

I recall reading through ams. Of course, this strategy didn’t work for me, and the the high school course offerings in next time I eighth grade went to the My most positive and Intro to DMV, I had Journalism read every experiences have catching my word of the been when I listened eye. Being manual and a primartaken exten- to my own needs ily math sive notes. and aspirations. and sciNeedless to say, I was elated to re- ence student, a journalceive my permit, but like ism class seemed random any insecure high schooler, for me. Nonetheless, I put I found myself comparing it down as my first choice.

In my first Introduction to my failure with my friends who had passed upon their Journalism class on the first first try—was I not as smart? day of freshman year, I sat in Growing up in a compet- the front row, surrounded by itive environment like West- senior boys who were a foot port, I have always succumbed and a half taller than me with to the pressure to take the facial hair. Needless to say, the most rigorous course load, class was daunting; I felt disachieve the highest possible couraged and even considered

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dropping into Graphic Design. But, I decided to take a risk and sit next to one of the only other freshmen in the class. (Little did I know, we would find each other again as co-Web Managing Editors.)

Miraculously, I made the decision to enroll in Advanced Journalism. Three years later, Inklings has been the most meaningful part of my academic career. Leading a staff of 15 editors has taught me the importance of teamwork and being an effective leader.

I am constantly inspired by their work, and if it weren’t for my unexpected enrollment in journalism, I would have never met this group of hardworking students, much less made the decision to go to journalism school.

You are the expert on your own life: everyone is different, and no singular academic path or strategy suits two people. So, take risks, discover your interests and don’t be afraid to go against the tide, even if it means not memorizing the unit circle (sorry, Mrs.Tarek).

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Plans of perfection are overrated: fulfillment is best found through what’s unplanned Finnegan Courtney ‘23 Executive TV Producer

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The best path is not the one you set for yourself, but the one you find along the way.”

This was actually a quote of my own that has gone down in history - Inklings history, at least. I made this statement on my last day as an Inklings senior leader, and it was part of my farewell address to the class. Though the words were pulled out of my metaphorical rear end because I forgot that day we’d be giving farewell speeches, they were words that, nevertheless, seemed to resonate with the class. The words were unplanned but came from a genuine place in my heart.

I honestly can attribute the comfort I felt in delivering an unplanned speech to my years spent at Staples. I was not always at ease with impromptu events, but as I’ve matured, I’ve learned that the unexpected can fulfill me more than any set plan could.

For most of my four years attending Staples, I’ve been someone who constantly strove to create a plan and stick to it.

Some plans, like my college choice, worked out as I always wanted. But other plans, like my time spent on Inklings, took a different turn than I expected.

If you know me, even a little bit, you know I’ve always been passionate about journalism, especially Inklings. And this plan of mine, a plan for me to be Editor-in-Chief senior year may as well have been in motion since I walked in the door of room 2033 for the very first time.

“Future Chief,” were the first words in my head when I walked through that door.

At the time, I thought those

words represented my destiny, or of being even though I was THREE satisfied with it, at first, it was an YEARS AWAY from possi- adjustment. After all, letting bly getting such a position. go of my four-year plan to beYears passed, and I made come Editor-in-Chief doesn’t friends and got to know advi- just get forgotten in a day’s sors (hey, Fulco and DGobbs!) time. I knew nothing about who I’ll always remember and creating a TV show from the love. I picked up an editor po- ground up, let alone running it sition and learned from an afterward. “Why me?” were the amazing co-editor and mentor only words that came to mind. as a sophoNeverthemore, all The best path is not less, I tried my the while the one you set for best to go into having the position “ E d i t o r yourself, but the one with a posiin Chief ” you find along the way tive mindset. in the back But, I can reof my mind. call predicting that the show And then, when the se- would only run for maybe three nior positions were final- episodes and then get canly released, I didn’t get it. celed. Suffice it to say, my exI also didn’t get my second pectations weren’t exactly high. choice, for that matter, either.

So, production started for Instead, I was offered a the first episode and all the different position. It was a po- while my co-producer and I sition I had no experience in: thought we had no chance Executive TV Show Proof actually getting a ducer. Keep in mind, at show done in time that time, Inklings had for graduation. no TV show, had nevThat said, along er done anything like the way, while a TV show and had my doubts were no anchors or stumany, I was surdio. It was an entireprised to find that ly new position.

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weeks before.

And then June 9 rolled around, and in that moment, I had a realization: This could work.

This will work.

Call it galvanization, call it whatever you please, but the rush of finding a recording studio and setting up for a show minutes before we were supposed to film was exhilarating.

That first show was put together with scotch-tape and hopes and dreams, yes, but it nevertheless came together. I felt such pride, and saw that same pride reflected in the faces of my Inklings peers.

That’s when I recognized the potential and impact “On The Wreckord” held possible, for me, for those viewing it, and frankly, for everyone.

Editor-In-Chief may have been my desire, but Executive Producer was where I was destined to be. It gave me the chance to do things I never thought possible.

My Inklings plan, from the beginning, was flawed. In many discussions I’ve had with the two most wonderful parents a kid could ever ask for, I’ve been told I have a single-track mind.

Taking into account 18-years of experience, I think that has been very true during a lot of my time in Westport, especially when it came to Inklings.

It took the disappointment of losing out on Editor-inChief to see that, in retrospect, it wasn’t the right job for me.

As I leave behind Inklings, Staples and Westport, I see that out of the plan I set for myself, something unexpected and beautiful emerged. It may have taken me a bit of time to realize it, and I may not be where I imagined I would be, but plans be damned. THIS was where I always belonged.

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The slay comes from within: my journey from sweatpants to swag

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ike many teenagers out there, it takes all of my energy, two iced coffees and a sprinkle of impending deadlines to get me through each day. I’m barely awake, wishing I were asleep, and generally going THROUGH IT for most of the week.

In these exhausting conditions of being a human and needing to go places and do things, it’s a wonder I manage to get by. But there are some genetic anomalies among us who do more than just get by.

They go places and do things while… “slaying the fit.”

Like many teenagers, I’m a huge fan of sweatpants and oversized hoodies. Some days I even wear

through the initial transition.

As time went on, I started diversifying my outfits. I began by perusing the Urban Outfitters sale section for more pants (a great hack by the way), then raiding my brothers’ rooms for unused crewnecks. I cut all the T-shirts I didn’t wear to make them fit better, cropping them slightly and sometimes even doing away with the sleeves to make quasi tank-tops. I even went thrifting for the first time, picking up a fun bomber jacket and more unique tees.

My closet began to accumulate a range of basics that I could mix and match in infinite combinations, and I began putting more consistent thought into my outfits than I ever had before. I started walking straighter, sometimes because my outfit wasn’t slouch-compliant but also because of a new confidence I’d found. I wasn’t necessarily slaying, but I was doing more than frumpily existing.

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controversial “toxic man” red plaid sweatpants. That used to be about as fashionably adventurous as I ever got.

Last year, however, I decided to turn my life around.

I committed myself to the bare minimum of no longer wearing sweatpants to school, in a pretty lazy effort to get closer to the apparent confidence of these “fit slayers.”

It was an excruciating start.

The denim of my jeans was so rough, horrifically fitted and I struggled to even slouch in the way I was accustomed. My only saving grace was that I could still wear huge sweatshirts, as these wearable blankets helped me

Nowadays, I’ve done away with the no-sweatpants rule -mostly out of desperation amid AP tests-but also because sometimes the oversized sweatpants and hoodie is the energy I want to present (that studious but also on-the-verge energy).

Being purposeful in my outfits hasn’t made me care more or less about how other people perceive me. Rather, I’ve started to perceive myself more positively than ever before. I’ve taken my experience as a lesson in how much of a difference little changes can make for your self-esteem. Positive choices compound. You might be only a decision away from a path to a completely different version of yourself that you may have never imagined before.

I’m now looking forward to a new life in a new place with higher stakes, where every decision I make may define the person I become. I know now that every day I will get closer to slaying, both in fit and in life.

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Casual photography increases appreciation, gratitude for life Phoebe Miller ‘23

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ince middle school, I have always received the same question from those around me: “Why do you take pictures of everything?”

People have told me I need to live more in the moment, that I need to just appreciate things as they are and not focus on saving it for later.

But taking photos of nearly everything around me has actually taught me to appreciate the little things. For a while, I struggled to do this. COVID happened, then junior year, and it seemed that the reason life had lost its magic was that I was growing up and that’s just what happened. But after picking up photography, it showed me that this is not a natural part of life, it is instead what happens when a person loses sight of how truly beautiful her surroundings are.

My photography did not only mean capturing a small flower in the grass or a unique cloud in the sky, but the smiles on my friends’ faces as we laughed about something only we would understand. This past summer, my parents gifted me a 10-year-old Samsung digital camera. The battery is iffy and sometimes the screen glitches, but for me, it was the perfect way to record my senior year and remember the feelings I felt at the time I took each photo—the good, the bad and

sometimes the ugly, even if I to. Eventually, somebody else didn’t realize it at the moment. got a hold of my camera, and One of my favorite memo- as it was passed around, the ries from this year was at one perspectives of others were capof the last football games. The tured through the lens. I never fan section was mostly seniors, realize how much I appreciate as we were the only ones who these photos until I look back at t h e m . Yo u would brave the cold in I never realize how can feel the genuine order to enhappiness joy one of much I appreciate and exciteour last Fri- these photos until I ment we day night all had belights games look back at them. ing there. at Staples. I took some snaps of my friends, Hugs, cheering and camaradebut then began taking photos rie can all be experienced, and they are a perfect representation of people in my of the distinctive excitement grade who of this portion of our lives.

I had not I plan on bringing my o f t e n camera to college, as it’s talked truly been my crutch this year. I don’t plan on stopping my casual photography after high school, especially since I know it will help me to remember those unique feelings of life, such as walking through my dorm doors for the first time, or exploring a new place with new people. So, I encourage ever ybody to pick up a camera, or even just your phone, and snap some pictures when you are going about your day.

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My freckles are my friends: embracing insecurities Lily Klau ‘23

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hile everyone else was chatting and catching up with their friends, I, the new girl, sat eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich alone at the edge of the lunch table. It was the first day of third grade and I had moved houses that summer, switching to a different elementary school district.

I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, so I tried to blend in as best I could. As I was sitting alone, I heard someone laughing and pointing out to her friend that my face — all dotted in freckles — looked like a connect-the-dots page. Now, I do not think this eight year old had the intention of making me self conscious, but at the time, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

When you’re a kid, all you want to do is fit in. Now, suddenly, I felt like my freckles were making me stand out. I didn’t want to stand out. I was already the new girl at school, and I wanted nothing more than to fit in.

That night while my mom was cooking dinner, I snuck into her bathroom, rummaged through her makeup drawer and pulled out her foundation. I remember staring at myself in the mirror and telling my freckles they were “going on vacation” as I caked the makeup on my face.

When my mom walked in on me doing this, she explained how the girls were just jealous of my freckles and how that’s one feature that all modeling agencies look for. That helped me understand a little, but for

years to come I would be self conscious of my freckles and how they made me different.

Then quarantine came around, everyone was spending more time on TikTok and a new makeup trend emerged.

People were using henna to put fake freckles on their faces, and makeup companies were coming out with new products to make the best fake freckles.

All of a sudden I was getting compliments left and right from people for my freckles and people were telling me how jealous they were and how much they wished they had my freckles. This made me furious. I had spent so many years hating my freckles and now, all of a sudden, everyone wanted them.

For the next couple of years after that, I would start to develop a love for my freckles. Looking back on it now, I am realizing that this love only began because the people around me started to love them first. I put so much weight on the opinions of others on my perception of myself that I couldn’t even see how beautiful and unique these freckles really made me.

Now, I can proudly say that I wholeheartedly love my freckles.

While most girls my age are out in

the sun tanning, I am out in the sun waiting for more and more freckles on my face. I love sitting in front of the mirror at night after being out in the sun all day and looking at all the new freckles that have come. I hate wearing any face makeup, as it covers up my freckles, which are now one of my favorite features of myself.

My freckles are what make me ME and I love that about them. I have a sense of pride in my freckles and the uniqueness they bring to me. I now choose to embrace being comfortable in my own skin and appreciate my freckles for contributing to my individuality and beauty. I have learned to love myself regardless of what people think.

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Unexpected obstacles reveal need to fight for core values Lilly Weisz ‘23

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cross many cultures in deterioration of democracy. In our society, we have the face of unfortunately growdesignated specific ing distrust of journalists in events as moments of transition the country, at that moment, I into adulthood: flipping the realized I was no longer a kid tassel on a graduation cap, mak- with inconsequential actions; ing an aliyah with local as a bar/bat/ elected leaders Our freedom of the and commub’nei mitzvah, press is a barrier to nity members walking down the aisle at a alike watchthe deterioration quinceañera. ing me, my of democracy.

N e v e r persistence in would covering news I have expected that a would shape our town. man physically intimiNow, I feel pride as othdating me as I reported er Inklings reporters tell on a Board of Education me that my story motivat(BOE) meeting would be- ed them to cover other BOE come such a moment for me, meetings and get more inin which adults both for and volved with local politics. against the banned book disThese past few tumultuous play had come out to the BOE years, I’ve often felt helpless as meeting to voice their opinions. problems emerged and erupted As the adult towered over around the world and at home. my mere 5 foot 2 inch frame, Part of my transition into he questioned my presence adulthood was the realization and identity. Despite his rapid that I can take action that will approach and his demands to shift the proverbial mountain put my camera down, I did not and that covering real issues even think of backing down. in journalism meant I wasn’t “I am a journalist,” I so helpless. In that moment, I said. “I’m here with Inklings felt I was a catalyst in my comNews to write an unbiased munity, fulfilling my purpose article on the controver- but also being part of a chain sy about the Staples library’s reaction larger than myself.

Banned Books Week display.”

Whether you’ve been conWhile a younger version fronted by someone attemptof myself may have been in- ing to test your convictions or timidated, I stood my ground. not, we are all qualified to make My title as a journalist and my change in our communities and steadfast support of the First be everyday superheroes. When Amendment gave me courage I feel that urge to hide from I had never before felt. Inklings the world, I remember that I instilled in me that our freedom am Lilly Weisz the journalof the press is a barrier to the ist, and I will not back down.

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The power of doing what is best for YOU Karlie Saed ‘23

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efore I even entered high school, I was bombarded with outside opinions on what classes I should take during my four years in order to be academically successful. I let the opinions of other students influence the decision-making of my schedule. What I wasn’t told was the wave of emotions I would experience when trying to balance the workload that I put on myself.

When curating my junior year schedule, there was no doubt in my mind that AP Environmental Science would be on the list. I was only ever told

it was the “easiest” AP class that simply because I was unhappy Staples had to offer. But boy with the choices I had made. was I wrong. I was continuously And don’t get me wrong, it getting Cs on my unit tests, no is 100% okay to step out of your matter how many hours I put comfort zone and challenge into studying. My self-esteem yourself. But I should have was only getting lower and low- known from the start that ener each time I checked Power- rolling myself in a college-level School. I felt suffocated by the course that I couldn’t care less fat C that a b o u t looked It is important to stay o n l y right back I true to yourself and know meant at me. would be Ever y what is best for you. left unnight as satisfied.

I opened my textbook, I deepIt is important to stay true ly regretted taking a class that to yourself and know what is I honestly had no interest in. best for you. I wish I could go My passions lay in English and back in time and tell my sophsocial studies, and I beat my- omore self that when choosing self up for pushing those aside. my classes. School suddenly felt Many tears were shed through- like a chore because I dreaded out the course of my junior year walking into class every day

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knowing I’d sit there with a blank stare on my face while watching the clock slowly rotate.

I had little motivation left within me and felt like a failure.

I am a consistent and dedicated student but I no longer felt that way. I let this one class define my potential both inside and outside of the classroom.

I have learned from this moment that I will make decisions that are independent of what others tell me. In the end, I know myself best and can only do what feels right. By following your own path, you have the opportunity to create a life that is authentic, fulfilled and uniquely yours. I am no longer afraid to pave my own path and stop walking in one that has already been made.

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Learn to love change by exploring identity Elle Vail ‘23 Staff Writer

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Once I gave myself this time for self-discovery, I was able to distinguish myself as a person apart from my achievements.

Looking back at the past four years, it is apparent that successes come and go, and are impossible to be defined by. This makes it that much more important to know who you are apart from them.

By seeking out these new opportunities for growth, I have learned the most about myself.

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any people mention how much I’ve changed over the years. Sometimes friends and I look back at past pictures of me, and I appear almost unrecognizable between the various hairstyles I’ve had (bangs, short hair, brown hair, black hair, red hair, etc) to my clear changes in personality. I can affirm that such changes reflect a lot of experimenting with my identity and who I want to be.

It’s in Westport’s competitive nature to apply pressure on students at an early age.

With packed sports schedules and rigorous academics starting in middle school, there is pressure to grow up and know who you are as a person very early on. I felt this pressure in addition to a lack of knowledge of my own identity.

That being said, I noticed I felt better when I embraced discovering my identity, even if that meant making mistakes.

I learned to love change by constantly experimenting with hairstyles, fashion and persisting in finding what made me happy, even if this meant abandoning what was once important to me. I’ve even changed my hair, recently going blonde, to compliment the various stages in my life.

The most favorable moments in my teenage years involved seeking out new opportunities to discover my identity.

For instance, some of the most important people, activities and memories to me would not exist without trial and error when figuring out what

feels most authentically “me.” meeting new people as much as It took me until my junior possible, even if it meant takyear to figure out I didn’t want ing the risk of reaching out: a to train few of the to be a posI was able to distinguish most recruited itive conathlete nections myself [...] apart from in socI’ve had my achievements cer. But with peowhen I joined the diving team ple took place while traveling my senior year, I learned I with strangers through the Doenjoyed sports if I approach minican Republic last summer. them with less intensity. I It has been in cherishwould not have learned this ing those moments that without taking the risk of I have defined myself. joining a sport my senior year.

Additionally, Finding a job I liked, required a lot of trial and error. I went from a bakery cashier to a camp counselor and then, ultimately, landed a job in Ecommerce at Mitchells that resulted from showing up to a casting call photo shoot.

I have never regretted accepting an invitation that can lead to potential oppor tunities; I have learned that the anxieties and unknown aspects of such situations are opportunities for growth.

I would not have met some of my friends without embracing change.

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Encourage curiosity: Finding comfort amongst uncertainty yourself at?”

“Do you know your intended major?”

“How far do you want to be from home?” f you were to ask my parents While those were to describe my younger self the simple questions in three words, I could al- that I could most guarantee you that curious answer with some deep would be one of them. As a kid soul-searching. The real quesI spent a lot of time in the car, tion that haunted me all the way and that served as the perfect through my senior year was one environment for me to pester that I was asking myself: “What my mom with all of the ques- do I want my future to look like?” tions that roamed my brain.

I have always been told that Research by Harvard child everything will happen for a psychologist Paul Harris sug- reason, and to just let things fall gests that a child asks about into place. While I agree with forty thousand questions be- all of this advice, leaving the tween the age of two and five. only home I have ever known I would go to start as far as to say comIt is incredibily that I doubled liberating to be able pletely that statistic. anew to choose my path H o w e v e r, seemed unlike most, beyond based on my my curiosity dauntgenuine interest. never dimmed i n g , with age. espeAll that changed was my cially when no one, not even mother’s ability to answer my parents could tell me my most obscure inquiries. how things would turn out.

“Do memories exist As a dancer of 15 years, I even if you forget them?” have always known that dance “Can birds fly backward?” would undoubtedly be in my Yet still to this day, I would future. I ultimately decided tell you that my biggest pet to choose the option that felt peeve is leaving the answer to best for me: being a part-time a question unknown. Some student at Fordham Universiof my questions led to an- ty while also attending Steps swers that helped me learn on Broadway Conservatory to random fun facts, and others further my dance education. led to the dreaded response However, accepting that “I don’t know.” But ultimate- chasing after my dreams meant ly, being a curious person has sacrificing a more typical coltaught me far more than that. lege experience was difficult for That said, I found as I entered me to accept. All that I wanted my junior year that my role as was for my parents to be able to questioner shifted. I became the tell me that everything would be one being asked the questions. perfect and that I wouldn’t regret “What school do you having different experiences

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as my friends.

But they c o u l d n ’ t .

While they had every ounce of confidence in me and supported me through each step of the process, they are not psychic and never make my decisions for me.

I was so used to getting the answers to any question I had in a simple Google search or from my parent’s knowledge that it was difficult learning to live with so many unknown answers.

What if dance doesn’t work out?

Do I even have a plan B? This is the first time in my life that my future is entirely unknown. But, I would rather try to chase my dreams and fail than regret having never tried at all. I have learned that it is incredibly liberating to be able to choose my path based on my genuine interests, especially knowing that regardless of how life turns out, my family will always be there to guide me back.

Recently, I have learned to take comfort in the unknown because the unknown is exciting and is something to be grateful for rather than

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NEXT CHAPTER Margot Richlin ‘23 is attending Fordham University part-time and attending Steps on Broadway Conservatory.

scared. It is reassuring knowing that wherever my life takes me is where I am meant to be.

Ultimately, my curiosity became one of my most fundamental traits that has allowed me to chase after my dreams and thrive in the unknown.

From classroom learning to daily routine:

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Celebrating my passion for foreign language Allie Gillman ’23 Buisness Manager

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wiping blindly at the buzzing phone on my nightstand to silence my 6:30 a.m. alarm, I roll over to check my phone and am greeted with “desliza hacia arriba para usar Face ID o ingresa el código” (swipe up to use Face ID or enter password). While I drive to school, Siri rattles off text messages and news alerts aloud in Spanish. Having used these language preference settings long enough, I have become very comfortable navigating my phone completely in Spanish and dictating commands to Siri in quick, instructive sentences. Now, I prefer my Spanish-speaking phone to its choppier English counterpart.

I will soon transition into college with the intention of studying International Relations. When adults ask me what career I want to make out of IR, I typically do not know how to satisfy them with a neatly packaged answer. But I do tell them one thing for certain: my career will be directed by my passion for learning languages.

I have been taking foreign language classes since elemen-

tary school. In my experience, in truly making progress and current primary and second- building confidence in a second ary foreign language education language. The acknowledgment does not go far enough to set that I am becoming adaptable, us on a track to fluency. This not limited solely to interacting contrasts starkly to schools in through the perspective of the Europe and Asia or Ameri- culture in which I grew up, is a can bilingual schools, where gift that language learning has many students are taught to brought me throughout high speak at least two languag- school and a goal to which I es fluently from a young age. plan to dedicate myself in the Frusfuture. trated that B y Language learning I did not throwing bridges the gap for feel admyself equateinto conme between abstract ly chalversations classroom learning and with native lenged by my school Spanish integrating a subject and interspeakers into my daily life. ested in and deachieving veloping a fluency, I sought out other re- preference for speaking Spanish sources to make the jump from with them, I not only feel emclassroom learning to experien- powered, but also realize my intial learning. I watch television teractions can be more authentic shows and listen to music in in a way that cannot be simuSpanish to adjust my ear to the lated in a classroom context. rhythm and sounds of the lanOf course, the ability to guage. I make an effort to chat speak two languages comfortconversationally with Spanish ably can open doors for the speakers in my life, from family career path I will pursue. At a friends to teachers. And I have simpler level than that, howeven been fortunate enough to ever, taking language learning immerse myself in the language to a practical level has turned several times through trips to me into a linguistics nerd, and Spanish-speaking countries. I am confident that anyone From these experiences, who feels passionate about a I am discovering the power topic can relate to the feel-

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ing of childlike glee when talking about their interest.

From the vast pronunciation differences between Spanish and Portuguese, to the rhythmic differences between Igbo and English, to the sing-songy tone of “Chilango” accents (inhabitants of Mexico City) as compared to other regions of Mexico, I could talk about languages without fail for hours.

Language learning bridges the gap for me between abstract classroom learning and integrating a subject into my daily life. I have discovered the humanity in speaking multiple languages—by expanding my capability to communicate, I find myself having more respect and empathy for more people. My interactions speaking different languages challenge and enrich my brain in a way that fuels a desire to keep learning more about my second language, as well as pursuing new languages, without the inhibition and fear of making mistakes. This is how finding a passion has defined itself for me as I prepare for the next chapter in my education, and I encourage my peers to search for this feeling of fearlessness as they open themselves up to the possibilities of their post-high school experiences.

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I’ll take a second helping of frees, please

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rowing up, I always struggled with writing.

I remember my parents sitting down with me to read every elementary school essay, marking my mistakes with a blue pen and making me go back to rewrite my piece.

This began to change in my sophomore year as I signed myself up for English Honors, joined Inklings and took Myth and Bible Honors during my junior year. With confidence from completing these classes, I ambitiously signed myself up for AP Literature filled with excitement for the challenges ahead.

This excitement quickly dissipated after the first writing prompt, as I somehow missed that the wind in the short story was racist. I had personally never realized that a force of nature could harbor such insidious feelings, and after hearing that statement from my teacher, I realized that many underlying themes in texts go over my head and I only had one thought: I have to drop this class.

This was the first time I had even considered dropping a class in my academic career, as I had always held myself to the highest standards and believed that dropping a class was just as bad as failing it.

Immediately after dropping the class for a free period, I felt a burden lift off of my shoul-

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have always loved my name. The name Alexandra isn’t exactly original, but spelling Alix the French way, with an “i”, makes it stand out. There is always the initial awkward moment on the first day of school when I have to clarify how I spell my name during attendance, but it usually leads to interesting conversations with my teachers.

Throughout school, there has always been more than one person named Alex in my classes, but I was always the only one who was an Alix. With both of them being pronounced the same exact way, the spelling

never really made a difference verbally, but the difference of the “i” nevertheless made me feel more like an individual.

As I have grown up I have learned to embrace the individuality that the ”i” in my name brings to other walks of life.

Whether it is following my passion for dance, choosing classes that I am interested in or joining school activities that satisfy my interests, I have learned that it is always better to make decisions for yourself based on what most fulfills you. It was easy at first to follow what my friends were doing, but as I have gotten older I have realized that when I choose

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ders. I started going to sleep before midnight as I did not have to read old-timey English or prepare for an in-class essay, helping me sleep stress free.

Along with this, dropping the class did not stop me from achieving my college admissions goals, which is contrary to what most Staples students think, as I got admitted to my top choice college this past December.

Having two free periods not only gave me more free time outside of school, but it allowed me to connect with a new group of people in my free period.

Even though I initially felt poorly about my abilities after I accepted that I was not ready to take AP Literature, I now realize it was the best decision I made at Staples High School.

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in to embrace my individuality and pursue what I am interested in, I feel the most inspired.

I have always loved dance, and I have been doing it since I was two. As I got older, my passion for dance only grew and I became more driven to dedicate my time to it. Going into high school, the majority of people would be joining school sports that would foster a community both inside and outside of school that I was never quite able to foster.

Outside opinions suggested I cut back on dance

hours and find something bigger at school to be a part of, but I always knew that dance was what I wanted to spend my time doing. There were certain times when I contemplated what my life would be like if I had joined a school sport, but I never once regretted my decision to stick to dance because it allowed me not only to pursue what I love doing but to also find my closest friends.

As I embark on a new journey next year at college, I will be faced with adversities that will challenge my ability to become my own individual, but I know that following my own passions and staying true to myself will lead me to the most favorable outcome.

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Expect the unexpected: The importance of “connecting” Abby Nevin ’23

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ll Staples students are assigned to a Connections advisory group.

This group of approximately 12 students typically meets twice per week for 20 minutes, between the second and third periods of the day. These meeting periods, according to the Student Handbook, serve as an intentional time to “communicate school-related information, foster meaningful connections between students and staff members and create a safe environment where students feel comfortable to hold open discussions throughout their Staples career.”

As I entered my first Connections class, located smack dab in the middle of the guidance department office, I was immediately taken aback as not one face in that room belonged to any

of my current friends. All of my friends had a buddy or two in their Connections class and I felt jealous that for those 20 minutes, they would have each other and I wouldn’t have a friend. I felt like I was part of the Breakfast Cluband I was playing the part of the snarky 14-year-old Molly Ringwald. Little did I know, it was due to these 20 minutes twice a week for the next four years that I would establish new friendships, engage in nuanced conversations and find a teacher who would serve as a role model to me as I continue further in life.

Now back to that first class. As I entered on my very first day, we did what all new groups of people usually do: we dragged our chairs into a circle and went around painfully reciting our names, followed by whatever our favorite color or ice cream flavor was. Boring!

I sat there observing the clock and watching the red hand tick second by second, waiting until we were released and I could continue with my day.

“How will I ever be able to form true connect i o n s w i t h t h e s e people I barely know?”

I wondered to myself.

I look back now and almost laugh at how ignorant I was. One of the most important lessons I have since

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LAST CLASS Abby Nevin ’23 and class celebrate their last day of connections with their teacher, Señor Barahona.

learned is that some of the most important and fundamental relationships are those you find, create and establish with people you would have never expected to meet or know.

My Connections class has experienced a global pandemic and a variety of struggles t o g e t h e r, but has also supported one another through happy moments and triumphs. We went from a group of random acquaintances to hearing about each other’s days and opinions. Although they may not know it, I am very glad we met and became friends with one another.

None of this, however, could have been possible without our Connections teacher who held the group together like glue, Señor Barahona.

Señor is a teacher that I do and will continue to praise highly, as he has walked in each day from that very first day with some-

thing positive to say and a progressive mentality. He cares so much for his students and puts buckets of effort into his job while maintaining high spirits.

As I enter college and even when I enter my first job, I will continue to not only search for “roses” in each day but will also remain encouraged in times when I feel dishear tened.

I have Connections to thank for allowing me to meet such a role model.

As I write this article and marvel at the fact that I am graduating, I think back to all that the class of 2023 went through. I have my friends, family and community to thank for supporting me the entire way.

As I head off to college, I intend to implement the lessons I learned in Connections: I will establish meaningful relationships by starting conversations, even with unknown peers because by reaching out, I know I will meet and learn so much more.

Fundamental relationships are those you find, create and establish.

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The importance of sticking with your gut: an ode to my dance experience Julia Leitner ’23

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eventh grade was the first time that I thought about quitting dance. It was bat mitzvah season, the height of friend group drama and a time when I thought going ice skating at Longshore might be the most important thing I could possibly do. My friends all had schedules filled with social events, and I always had… dance. On many occasions I questioned whether the commitment that dance required was really worth it.

My entire life has been devoted to dance. I put in 25 hours or more each week in the studio, spent countless weekends trapped in dark convention centers all over the tristate area performing at competitions and flew cross country for auditions. Dance is, at my core, a vehicle for me to express my feelings and tell my story and it has always been one of the biggest aspects of who I am.

My commitment to dance has, at times, been controversial. I am constantly met with, “Why can't you just skip dance today,” or, “You haven't quit yet?” People don’t understand why I spend so much time doing something that, to them, feels unimportant.

I can see where they are coming from. Throughout my high school experience, I had to make many sacrifices in order to dance. Basketball games, sleepovers, concerts and trips are a short list of things I often missed. I was quickly labeled as the friend, sibling, daughter who was simply “never there.”

This used to upset me A LOT. I often felt like I was missing out on all that high school had to offer.

Freshman year, however, was the last time I thought about quitting dance.

Although it may have taken an entire pandemic and lockdown filled with hours of Zoom dance in my basement and months away from the physical studio to show me how much dance meant to me, I finally made peace with my choices. I am eternally grateful that I never gave in to the doubts of my seventh grade self. I soon accepted that my high school career was simply different from my friends and many others. It became clear that what was important to me and how I wanted to spend

Photo contributed by Julia Leitner ’23 Graphic by Alex Gaines ’25

my time differed from those around me. I no longer secretly believed that maybe they were right. I recognized that I could never accept my life without my dance family, and I could not be happy without the creative outlet and channel to express who I am and who I want to become.

The movements we create and the risks we take keep me going each day. Dance is what I love and what I realized I never want to stop doing.

This winter, I was fortunate enough to be accepted into two of my top college dance programs.

Again, the doubt crept in. When telling people about my accomplishments, I often found myself undermining my success, saying, “I got in for dance so it's different,” thinking that it was an easier path. I constantly felt the need to justify my acceptances. I found myself stuck, unable to truly be proud of myself. I'm not sure if it is because Staples is an extremely academically competitive environ-

I have come to accept that the path I chose is not something to feel guilty about.

ment, or if it is because there is little recognition for dance as compared to other sports, but for whatever reason, I was feeling undeserving of everything that I worked so hard for and earned. It wasn't until a little later that I realized how deserving I really was. Not everybody’s high school experience is filled with 25 hours of dance a week, countless missed events and the need to keep grades up despite having to study around dance. It has taken time but I have come to accept that the path I chose is not something to feel guilty about. Dance was the only path for me and one that I now embrace as it has led to a future doing what I love most.

There was a reason why I didn't quit dance in seventh grade. Dance is what I am meant to be doing. Whether it be at The Spot in Norwalk or at the University of Texas in Austin, dancing is where I flourish and find inner peace. For anyone who has a passion for something but feels like they are missing out, stick to your gut. While there have definitely been moments of doubt and sometimes even remorse, I am beyond happy with my decision to stick with dance and would not have wanted to experience high school any other way.

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Embracing my identity through the power of my name Kiswa Khan ’23

that my parents gave me and of which I was proud.

Associate Managing Editor Kiswa was always a unique name, even in India. In fact, my parents have told me that when ’ve never found my name on my grandparents learned I had keychains, but I love it just been named Kiswa, they the same. My name, Kiswa, were horrified and urged was inspired by a sacred black my parents to reconsidcloth that covers the Kaba in er. After all, naming Mecca. This cloth has verses a child “Kiswa” in from the Quran embroidered India would be on it with gold threads. I like the equivalent how, when I introduce myself, of naming your an initial discussion about my kid “Blanket” in America. name will often lead to bigger But I grew conversations, ones that involve into my name and the places I come from and the it became part of cultures that have shaped me. my identity. So, wherBut my name has also ever I moved, I was proud to caused some difficulties. be addressed by the name my When I parents gave me. moved to the So when my new U.S. from In- Taking back teacher asked for a dia in eighth ownership of my nickname, I had to grade, I faced pause and consider a huge cultural name allowed my options. I knew shift. As a per- me to embrace that changing my might make it son who has my culture and name easier for her to admoved a lot, dress me. But when I’ve never been my differences.

I thought about it a stranger to the further, I realized sense of not belonging. Neverthat I had already left behind theless, this move felt different. a large part of myself to make At some point in the turoom for a new Kiswa—one multuous first year, a teacher who I believed would better who had been struggling with fit into the Westport commupronouncing and remembernity. I had adjusted to every ing my name asked if there other part of my life and just was a nickname that I wanted couldn’t change my name, too. to go by. At first, I was shocked So I refused my teacher’s and appalled by this ques- request. I had already given up tion. Partly because my name enough, and I wouldn’t give has only two syllables that are up anything else. I did not easy to pronounce, and also want to drift away from evbecause I couldn’t fathom how erything I knew about myself I would be able to shorten it. until I couldn’t recognize who I certainly didn’t want to I was or even my own name. go by a name that did not My name helped me stay even correlate to the one grounded and be true to my-

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self. Taking back ownership of my name allowed me to embrace my culture and my differences. I will probably never find a keychain with my name on it, and that’s just fine with me.

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A few things I learned at Staples High School

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That time you said something stupid or feared the forehead acne wouldn't just go away—it might be the only thing you can think about or fixate on, but for everyone else, it is out of focus. No one thinks about it as much as you do.

But looking back, I can’t remember a single outfit worn by someone else. I've never come home and said to my mom, “So and so’s acne was looking worse than yesterday.” And neither has anyone else. Because like you, everyone else has their own things they’re zooming in on. So please, don’t worry about what everyone else thinks.

“Identity crisis is not a joke, Jim. Millions of high schoolers suffer every year”

Most high schoolers will, at one or many points in their lives find themselves struggling to decide who they want to be. Do I want to be known as the funny one? The pretty and popular one? The Ivy-bound one? I’ve considered being every one of these personas and many others. My piece of advice—when in doubt, be the kind one.

Yes, no matter what, we should be kind because it’s important and it increases the probability of double rainbows appearing. But for this particular purpose, being known as “the nice person” is what you should default to if you are ever struggling to be some other aspect of yourself. If you’re trying to come off as cool or confident, it might not always translate well, especially if you don’t feel the same on the inside. So be nice if not something else. To be clear, don’t fake it or pretend. Be genuine. Then once you’re comfortable, you can be the “nice and something else” person.

If at first they are a b*tch, go, go away

When I was a freshman, there was this girl who was in a couple of classes with me. We’d talk pretty often and walk down the hallways together sometimes. I was really excited about the prospect of us maybe becoming friends (I was shy then and had trouble making friends).

But this girl was super inconsistent in how she acted. She’d be nice to me one day and standoffish and cold the next day—just playing with my poor little ninth-grader heart.

It was frustrating to not know which side of her I’d get and if it was somehow something I was doing to flip the switch.

I eventually stopped trying to make friends with her. She wasn’t treating me the way I deserved to be treated. If someone isn’t at the very least consistently showing you respect, they aren’t worth your time or energy. It isn’t hard to be nice to people.

So if a person is friendly to you only half the time, it’s a sign of their own insecurities. Your feelings are not meant to be tossed around.

In defense of lone wolves. . .

Photo contributed by Anna Diorio ’23

Being alone does not mean you are lonely. In ninth grade, when my friend group was small and my anxiety prevented me from expanding that circle, some days I wouldn’t have any friends in my lunch wave. I’d sit alone outside the auditorium or in a couch corner and eat my lunch because sitting down at a table with one familiar face made me feel out of place.

Originally I was embarrassed because I looked like the girl who didn’t have any friends and always ate lunch alone. But it’s okay to spend time with yourself. You don’t have to always be social. Knowing how to be comfortable with being yourself is a sign of strength.

If you’re alone and you feel like you’re missing out on something or that being alone makes you look lonely, remind yourself of the fact that you have a choice. You have friends you can spend time with or places you could be, and they’ll be there when you feel like being social. But it's also okay if you feel like spending time in bed watching TV or baking cookies.

A collection of t-shirts: participate in life

Audrey Kercher ’23

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and I had put into the sport.

The meaning of this shirt, like the rest of the shirts in the collection, goes beyond just the explicitly stated letters printed on it. It holds the memories of rushing the courts when we had won the state championships and the bus home celebrating

the hard-fought victory. These moments are woven into the shirt, giving me all the more reason to hold onto it.

Although I am not a huge collector of material goods, these t-shirts inspire me to continue being an active participant in life. After high school and beyond, I will treasure my current collection, while also hoping to accumulate more t-shirts, each one symbolizing the exciting times to come.

Photo contributed by Audrey Kercher ’23

here is one drawer in my closet that is abnormally stuffed to the brim and no longer shuts properly. This drawer is packed with t-shirts—not just your everyday t-shirt, but a collection of t-shirts from every school, sport, charity or event I have ever participated in.

These old t-shirts, although worn and ratty, are much more than just cotton.

These shirts are sentimentally invaluable. Each one symbolizes a part of my life and connects to a certain memory.

More specifically, each t-shirt is proof that I have accomplished something or that I took part in something. They are my participation trophies in life and a reminder to continue trying new things.

My current favorite is a

soft, oversized charcoal gray t-shirt with a skull on it from the gym my dad goes to and has dragged me to numerous times. When I wear this shirt, it reminds me of the relationship I built with my dad through early mornings spent exercising. It reminds me of how fulfilling things, like being in shape, often come through hard work.

Another one of my prized shirts is a white t-shirt with faded blue lettering that I received when my tennis team won the state championship tournament. This is not a shirt that can be bought at the store, but instead one that was earned not only the day that my tennis team won the state tournament but through the countless years that my team

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Extreme disrespect endured by teachers goes unaddressed

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But as I progressed through high school, it seemed like the practice of respecting and valuing teachers got lost.

Students started using their phones more, giving teachers more attitude and overall disrespecting those who were trying to shape our future. I know because I was one of the students dishing out the disrespect.

But I did learn my lesson. As a freshman, I got in

back is understandable. It seems like the teachers are Photo contributed by afraid of the consequences Cameron Almonte ’23 of standing up for themselves. And I don’t blame tabil adap aiptytabil them. If teachers stand ty a up for themselves, often the parents of the disrespectful kid call out the teacher instead of holding their resp ec t own child accountable.

I’m not sure if this is how it works in other schools, but this is something that needs to be terminated because it’s unfair that those who shape our lives have the least amount of power in the room.

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trouble for cursing and was sent out of class. For the rest of that year, not another swear word came out of my mouth.

But I do witness other kids swearing in class. I do see my peers continuing the practice of disrespecting teachers on a daily basis.

Now, I’m not saying that at times I don’t occasionally mess up and fall into old habits of misconduct, because I do. I get caught at least a couple times a day with my phone out, and I catch myself giving adults an occasional attitude.

But for many of my peers, it is more of a common practice.

Of course, teachers don’t enjoy being given shit, but they nevertheless take it, day in and day out, and often never do anything about it.

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Take a risk, step outside

Emily Goldstein ’23

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f you take a drive down to the beach, you’ll most likely see me. I spend most of my time outside. Whether that is running, walking, hiking, backpacking or scuba diving, you could say I like my time in nature. Nature has served as a medium for developing important relationships with my friends, family and self.

As the youngest member of an outdoorsy family, endless bike rides and snow trails were a norm. These experiences laid the foundation for my fascination with being outside and taught me invaluable lessons about perseverance and the importance of self-reflection.

My most challenging outdoor experience was last summer when I attended a semester school located in Eleuthera, Bahamas called the Island School. One of my tasks there was to embark on a 48 hour solo. This entailed spending 48 hours completely by myself on a beach with only a ripped up tarp, bag of trail mix, soggy yoga mat and jug of wa-

ter. When the sky turned black and the thunder clouds rolled in, I constantly reminded myself that the storm would pass and the sun would again come out, uplifting my spirits.

With no concept of time and nothing around me but dark sky, I remained focused on where I was in that moment, rather than where I could be.

The summer prior to the Island School, I went on a three week hiking trip in Washington State. Surrounded by eight other teens from across the country that I had never met before, we averaged 10 miles a day on foot before settling into our campsites by sunset. On the last day of summit we peaked 17 miles in one day. Through the physical discomfort, I was overwhelmed by positive emotions. Until this point, I didn’t realize it was possible to be so grateful for an experience that is simultaneously so demanding.

The lessons learned through these adventures were not left behind on the beach and in the mountains, they were taken back home with me.

I learned that we are stronger than what our minds tell us.

TURTLE TIME Emily and her friend have something called quarencia at the Island School, which is solo time where they watch turtles at a spot called the wall.

SPOOKY CAVE Before the students' solo trip at the Island School, they go to explore the island and they have a class on tourism. Emily goes into one of the oldest caves on the island, which has absolutely no light.

Yes, there were many moments where I wanted to give up and cry for help. But no. Instead, I persevered and came out on the other side with a deeper understanding of our dependency on the environment.

School can definitely feel suffocating sometimes. The academic stress is repetitive and debilitating and the social ob-

stacles are no walk in the park, either. However, whenever it becomes too overwhelming, I like to step outside. Spending time outside grounds me and reminds me that I have so much to explore and learn about myself. I learned my most valuable lesson outside alone on a beach in a thunderstorm. I think you can, too.

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UNDER THE SEA During Emily's marine biology class, students get scuba certified and are able to scuba dive with sharks and study them.

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An ode to my drive to school Meg Enquist ’23 Business Director

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t the start of my senior year, there were many things that I was looking forward to, including Spirit Week, Homecoming, internships and more. However, driving Will, my younger brother, to school every day was something that I was not particularly excited about.

On the first day of school, I had barely backed out of the garage when Will asked if he could play the music. I agreed and immediately regretted this decision when he began to play

“Family Ties” by Baby Keem. little time with one another. The For the majority of the drive, only exception was the time we we sat in silence with the ex- spent together during family ception of Will asking me how dinners, but even those had bethe lunch come less w a v e s nt It will never fail to amaze fasr e q u eour worked.

Honestly, me how a 15-20 mniute schedules I might drive to school each day b e c a m e as well more dehave been led to such a special, un- m a n d i n g. his Uber expected Howcloseness. dr iver. ever, nine Growing up, I had never months later, our drives to been very close with my broth- school are different from the er. Between our three year age first. Now our ride is filled difference and busy schedules with the music we have found that kept us coming and going common ground in enjoying at different times, we spent very and we engage in lively con-

servations. Will’s stories about school, lacrosse and his friends never fail to make me laugh and are something that I look forward to each morning.

When reflecting on my senior year, one of the things that I am most grateful for is the bond that has formed between Will and me. On the weekends, we often go for drives to Colony and Chick-Fil-A, always taking what we call the “long way home” (otherwise known as a “bloop”). It will never fail to amaze me how a 15-20 minute drive to school each day eventually led to such a special, unexpected closeness.

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Meg and Will’s favorite places to drive to

SIBLING DRIVES Meg Enquist ’23 and Will Enquist ’26 have built a close bond through their drives to school. They now frequently take drives to their favorite restarants together.

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Congratulations Seniors!

Congratulations to Abby Nevin!

“With courage you will dare to take risks, have the strength to be compassionate, and the wisdom to be humble. Courage is the foundation of integrity.”

- Mark Twain “Do one thing every day that scares you.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt Abby, you are wise, funny, and kind. Continue your courageous journey, with joy and strength, knowing you are loved.

Much love from Mom, Dad, Lucy & Caroline

Addie Purcell- We are so proud of you and all that you have achieved at Staples, from your academics to Staples Players to Orphenians to your founded clubs. We can’t wait to see what you will accomplish in your next step!

Love, Mom, Dad, Kerri & 16 Paws

Alix Glickman- Congratulations on your graduation! We are so proud of you and all that you have accomplished. You are a joy in our lives and we can’t wait to see where your journey takes you. Love, Mom, Dad, Jake and Gigi. ROLL WAVE! ASHLEY CHENG, YOU DID IT! ALL THE HARD WORK PAID OFF. WE KNOW YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING WHEN YOU PUT IN YOUR BEST EFFORT. THE NEXT CHAPTER IN YOUR LIFE WILL BE AN EXCITING ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE WILL AND DESIRE TO BE SUCCESSFUL. LOVE, MOM, DAD, TIFFANY Congratulations Ben Rimm! We are so incredibly proud of you. From Ramaz to Staples High School and now Trinity College, you have found great success! We can’t wait to see what your next chapter brings. The sky is the limit, and we know you will soar.

Love, Mom, Dad and Lily.

Caleigh Coughlin, I am so proud of everything you’ve accomplished and can’t wait to watch you thrive at Delaware. Thank you for being the best sister I could ever ask for, and supporting me through everything. Love you so much! GO BLUE HENS!!!!!

- Love Addy Dear Cameron Almonte, We thank God every day for sending such a precious gift into our lives We could never imagine it without our Cameron and couldn’t ask for a better son and friend. We will miss your crazy dances, your advice on how to raise children, your daily opinions on just about everything, your hugs, and your beautiful energy. We hope all your dreams come true and you get everything you want out of life as no one is more deserving of it than you. We are beyond proud of you!

Love, Mom and Dad Congratulations CHARLIE HONIG and the entire class of 2023! You did it! We are so proud of you and can’t wait to see what the future holds! Love, Mom, Dad, Dylan, Justin and Jeter Chloe Sarno, We are so proud of you! We’re excited to see all the things you’ll accomplish at American University and beyond. You are amazing!

Love, Mom, Dad and Olivia Congratulations, Christina Meehan! We’re so proud of all you accomplished during your years at Staples. We can’t wait to see all that you do over the next 4 years and beyond. We wish you the best of luck. We love you so much! Mom & Dad Dear David Gervasio, Your mind is open, your heart is tender, your eyes are wide, and you’re ready for the ultimate exploration!

We couldn’t be happier and at peace for you. We love you very much.

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Congratulations on your graduation Jack Gray! We are beyond proud of you. You have been diligent about working on your craft with piano, guitar, violin, and now audio production. We are in awe of not only your talent but your kindness and compassion.

Your future is bright indeed!

Joshua Gordon- It is time to open your wings. Keep smiling and be your beautiful self wherever you go. Thank you for the gift of the last 18 years; we’ve been lucky to have you. Proud now and always. Love, Mami and Dad.

Margot Richlin we are all so proud of you and all of your accomplishments. We can’t wait to see what you do next as you follow your dreams. You are our star!

Love, Mom, Dad, Max & Morgan

Congratulations Matthew Gatto on your graduation. We are incredibly proud of you and all that you have achieved over these past four years at Staples High School. Continue to shine with your sense of humor, hard work and determination to excel in all that you set your sights on. We are excited to see all the new adventures that await you at UConn. Love u Mom, Dad & Gabriella

Congratulations Maya Hruskar! We’re so proud of you and all you’ve accomplished and we’re thrilled to see what adventures await you at NYU!!! Love, Mom and Dad Mia Vindiola STUNNA

Congratulations Sam Barth! Keep making us proud & may your next adventure be as awesome as you!

Love, Mom & Dad

Congratulations Sebastian Miller!

Tutti Gli Studenti D’Italiano- Congratulazioni ed auguri per il diploma a tutti! Che questo sia l’inizio di altri successi!!! Vi vogliamo tanto bene! Abbraccioni dal Circolo Italiano, Prof D’Amore & Prof Noonan Vincent Penna- Know what makes your graduation extra special? It’s having watched you grow up, having so many good memories of you and knowing all the challenges you’ve worked through to get to this day. Hardwork, talent, drive and vision will always outlast tough time. Always remember: there’s no limit to what you can do if you keep believing in yourself.

Congratulations, with love for the grandson you are and with pride in the amazing person you are becoming.

Love Popp and Robin

Aalok- You followed a passion and finished off with flying colors. Kudos for your achievements at History Bowl Championship tournament - top ten in nation in every category you participated!

AllieCongratulations to you on your graduation! We are very proud of you and all you have achieved in these last 4 years. There is so much more to come for you and we cannot wait to witness it all. We wish you the best as you enter into this new chapter - Georgetown is so lucky to have you. We love you and your beautiful soul!

The Diaz Family Yullith, Rolando, Joannie, Alonzo

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Congratulations Allie Galoo! We are so proud of all that you have accomplished. We love you so very much and celebrate you, your passion, curiosity and quest to explore the world and its many cultures. You are ready to fly! Love, Mommy, Daddy, Zach, Yullith, Eclipse & Halo

Congratulations to all the Band Seniors!

Jason Capozucca * Joshua Gordon * Tanvi Gorre * Isabella Griffin * Mansha Gupta * Wiliam Hayes * Alexandra Hermus (not pictured) * Anastacia Jahnel * Samantha Laguerre * Witt Lindau * Delaney McGee * Sebastian Miller * Anna Moody * Henry Nowak * Jaime Paul * Mallika Subramanian * Jet Tober (not pictured) * Eleanor Vail * Cooper Weyers

Anna Diorio- We are so proud of you and love you so much!

It has been a joy to watch you grow and blossom into the incredible person you are today. We can’t wait for your next chapter to unfold. Love, Mom, Dad, Rob, Colby, Sadie and of course the chickens

Congratulations Boys Tennis Team Seniors, Class of 2023! We LOVE watching you play! SO VERY PROUD that good sportsmanship, supporting and lifting teammates, and laying it all out on the court are all parts of your games! Always wishing you happiness and much more. Love, the Dalzells, Guadarramas, and Matars.

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Brea Church - Woohoo! You did it!! Congratulations on closing this chapter at Staples. What a fun, eventful, crazy and very successful four years....I’m very proud of you! And now I’m excited to watch you begin your next adventure. Your future is looking very bright! Love you forever, Mom

Carina, we’re incredibly proud of the person you’ve become.

Your hard work, determination, and belief in yourself have led you to this moment. Your perseverance, humor, and kind heart have inspired us all. We’re so excited to see what the next 4 years have in store. Let’s Go X!

Congratulations to our Sweet Caroline. You are our sunshine and we know you will spread your light wherever you go.

Onward to this next great adventure in your life. Watch out TULANE, here she comes. Roll Wave!!! We love you to pieces: Mom, Dad, Matt, Jake and Lucy

Congratulations to our CAROLINE! Shine on, sweet LOU. Here’s to all the fabulous adventures that await. We love you to the end of time! ROLL WAVE!!!! Always your biggest fans: Mom, Dad, Matt, Jake and Lucy

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Congratulations Clara! You are brilliant, kind, determined and strong, and our lives are enriched by your presence. We can’t wait to see how you will positively impact the world, and we will always be here for you, wherever your paths may lead.

Congratulations Drew and Allie! We could not be more proud of all that you have accomplished and, more importantly, your passions, resilience, support for each other and true friendship and your love of travel, fun and games. Love, Your Moms, Dads, Eduardo and Zachary

Congratulations Devon!

We have been so excited to see your growth and passions develop at Staples. The experience and mentors you have had will be the foundation towards your next steps in following your dreams. We are so proud of you!!

Lots of Love, Mom and Dad

Ella, congratulations on all your accomplishments on school and Inklings. We are so proud! And we are so excited about your next amazing journey. Follow your passion, stay healthy, keep exploring, and push yourself. Love you, Mom, Dad, Grace, Sammy & Archie.

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CONGRATULATIONS EMILY! We are so unbelievably proud of your kindness, integrity, perseverance and quest for adventure. Your unwavering devotion to your family and friends along with your insanely funny sense of humor are the icing on the vegetarian cake :) We cannot wait to see you soar as your journey continues to Cornell. xoxo YOU ARE LOVED BEYOND MEASURE xoxo mom, dad, ben, abbie, nate & the entire fam

Finn-we are so proud of you! You have accomplished so much already, and it’s only begun! Watching you grow into who you are today is a true gift. “You were only waiting for this moment to arise, Blackbird fly.” Go Nova. Love you forever, Mom and Dad.

Congratulations Franky! We are so proud of you. Love, Mom, Dad and Raffi.

Congratulations on graduating Grace! We are so proud of all your accomplishments at Staples and who you have become.

We can’t wait to see what you do in the future, Bucknell is lucky to have you! We love you!

Mom, Dad, and Sophia

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Grace Ann Alfero, sometimes its hard to find words to describe how proud we are of you on how you handled your academic achievements and playing two sports for the last four high school years. We can’t wait to see what the future holds for you. We love you very much, Mom Dad and Sophia

Hannah - What a ride! So proud of all you’ve accomplished at Staples and so excited for what’s ahead for you at Miami University! Congratulations! Love, Mom & Dad

Griffin, while your graduation from Staples marks the end of high school, you are actually just at the beginning of a fantastic adventure. We are so very proud of your many successes and accomplishments but are most proud of the kind and wonderful person you have become. We cannot wait to see what you do next. Love, Mom, Dad, Bryce, Mackenzie, Brooke and Olivia.

Hannah, we hope that you see what we see: an incredibly sweet, intelligent, creative and beautiful young woman. We could not be more proud and we’re excited to see where your journey takes you next! Enjoy, you deserve happiness and joy, congratulations! Love, Mom, Dad, Ilan & Austey

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Congratulations Hunter! We are so proud of you and can’t wait for you to take your next steps. The world is waiting for you! Love, Mom, Dad and Autumn

Congratulations Jaime! We love you and are so proud of the amazing young lady you have become! We can’t wait to see all the amazing things you will accomplish.

Dear Jackson, We are so proud of you and we are excited to see how your next adventure unfolds. Always believe in yourself and enjoy the journey! We love you to pieces.

Love, Mom, Dad, Juliet, Pepper, Penny & Mimsy

James - This isn’t the end, it’s only the beginning. You’ve made us so very proud. We love you more than the moon, the stars & Orion and we will miss you terribly next year. We will always be your biggest fans. Onward to Northwestern!!! Dad, Mom, Jonny & DB

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Congratulations Jenny! We hope you are as proud of all of your accomplishments as we are. We admire your determination, dedication, and hard work. We will cherish the memories you gave us and look forward to more to come. We Love You! Mom, Dad, Peter and Emma and Chico too xo

Congratulations, Jett! We are so proud of you! Love, Dad, Mom, Noelle, Jojo, Kylie, and Jax

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Jet, it has been such a privilege and a true pleasure to watch your compassion, commitment and curiosity shape you into an admirable, authentic and engaged young man. As you explore your own path, we will always support you. Thanks for enriching our lives. Love you, Mom, Dad & Angel Matey

Jules: As you graduate high school and dive into new adventures, always remember that the ocean is vast and full of endless possibilities. Navigate life with courage and determination, riding the waves of success and weathering any storms that come your way. Congratulations on this amazing achievement and may your journey be as infinite as the ocean.

Love, Mom & Dad #WFU

Dearest Julia, Congratulations on your graduation and for all your well-deserved achievements!

We are constantly amazed and inspired by your perseverance, compassion, and maturity.

We are your greatest fans, and are excited to witness the unfolding of your beautiful future.

We love you! Mom, Dad, and Ryan

Congratulations, Kai Ross, on graduation and being selected to the 2023 USA Water Polo Youth National Team! We are so proud of you! Love, from your family

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“Your education is a dress rehearsal for a life that is yours to lead.” —Nora Ephron We are so proud of you, Kate!

Love Mom, Dad, Mia and Rex

Congratulations to Lilly Weisz and the Staples Class of 2023! Thanks to all of the inspiring Westport Public Schools’ Teachers, Advisers and Staff throughout the past 13 years! Thank you Inklings for providing Lilly’s home away from home! Best of luck to all in the future!

The Weisz Family

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Congratulations to Lucy and Allie for successfully completing five years at Staples. We are so proud of you, love you and wish you the brightest future!

Congratulations Lucy and Julia! Those longs hours were well spent - Inklings has been brilliant under your leadership. We can’t wait to see what you both do next! Love, Lee, Susan, Charlie, and Bill

Congratulations Maddie! We are so proud of you and of your accomplishments. We can’t wait for what is next. All our love, Mom, Dad, and Zach

Olivia- We’ve watched in amazement as you’ve grown into the person you are today, and we’re watching with great anticipation to see what you become. With your talent and determination, the sky’s the limit!!! We are so proud of you and love you!!!

Love, moms, dads, siblings and pets

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Phoebe: To our very own Sherlock Holmes - we are so proud of you, and you amaze us every day! May you continue to be curious, kind, independent, and strong.

Boston awaits! Love from your biggest fan club, Mom, Dad, Sophie, Eden, and Twinkie

CONGRATULATIONS REBECCA SCHUSSHEIM!!

WE ARE SO HAPPY FOR YOU! WE LOVE YOU TO THE MOON (AND BEYOND)! xoxo Mom, Dad, Em, Benj and Dutch

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE SAUGATUCK ROWING CLUB GRADUATING SENIORS! Elisabeth Chadwick, Janna Moore, Dylan Halky, Wyatt Dodge, Jesse Herman, Luke Miller, Vinny Penna and Cooper Weyers

Shannon you did it... but this is only the beginning, your whole life is in front of you to go after and enjoy... we love you Dad, Maya, Nanny and Poppy Lynch

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Congratulations to all Senior SLOBs members, and to SLOBs Executive Board Seniors - Brendan, Matt, Noah, Will & Jet - your leadership and commitment to SLOBs and to our local community is admirable. We know you will all continue to make positive impacts on your new communities! Once a SLOB, always a SLOB!

Toby — congratulations!! We can’t express the joy we’ve had watching you grow into this incredibly strong, smart, thoughtful, and beautiful person. Just know that we are all cheering you on every step of the way. The future is bright for you and the rest of the class of 2023. Go ‘cats!

Mom, Dad, and Owen (and Dre and Bea)

Congrats Sydney! We’re SO proud of you and can’t wait to see all the great things you’re going to do at IU and beyond. Love you always, Dad & Danielle

Tori- We always knew you were going places! What a joy it has been to watch you grow into the amazing woman you are today. We are so incredibly proud of you. The whole world awaits you and we are excited to see where your journey will go. Love you!

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Congratulations, Viveca! We love you and are so very proud of you! Love, Mom, Dad, Henrik, Ginger & Ruby

Will, you’ve rocked our world for the last 17 years, and we cannot wait to see you rock the music world!

Congratulations! We couldn’t be happier or prouder.

Love,

Mom, Dad, Becca, Livi, James, and Penny Lane

H A P P Y T U E S D A Y, W H I T M A N ! This is a well earned one! Congratulations! We are so happy for you and admire you so! So much love, M, B and W

Zachary- We are so proud of you and all of your accomplishments. Here’s to an exciting next chapter of new adventures. Continue to follow your dreams. We’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines! We love you very much!

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