Well, here we are.
I guess I will start here: freshman year Maeve would be very surprised to see me on the Echo now, and especially as print editor.
Journalism really isn’t my thing. No, honestly. My grade dropped to a C in freshman year and the only thing that brought it back up was panic for my GPA. I initially signed up for Drama instead of Echo sophomore year, only to change it the week before school started, and a similar thing happened junior year.
What kept me from ever fully dropping Echo was the people. Wonderfully kind, bright, hard-working people whom I could only hope to be like and so grateful to have worked with in the way that I have. I know for a fact that without Echo, I would not have grown as much as I have from the timid, unable-to-talk-to-people 14-year-old Maeve, and absolutely would not have taken any sort of leadership role as I have now.
To the Echo staff, past and current: I am endlessly inspired by and thankful to have known all of you.
To our advisor, Donald Johnson: I have no words to express how grateful I am for all that you have done for me these past four years. You have been so supportive and gracious and understanding, unphased by everything from missed deadlines to me sobbing about school stress. I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor and will miss your leadership and conversing with you, whether it be about layout or the merits (and deficits) of different Shakespeare plays.
I would feel remiss to write this without mentioning my first and longest love: orchestra. Joining the Strings program in third grade (nearly a decade ago!) is without a doubt the best decision I have ever made. It has allowed me to make music with some of the most talented and dedicated people I have met in my life, which is a privilege I won’t soon forget.
While I appreciate my peers, what really made the experience was the dedicated directors that led us and taught us. Not least of all Andrew Pulliam, who believed in me as a musician even when I didn’t believe in myself and took time to check in with me when no one else could really tell I was down, whose impact on my life has been greater than he knows or I can describe. Thank you so much.
There are so many other people I could name, but with only so many words, I will have to just keep the highlights.
To Jeff Stein: thank you for giving me the first stepping stones to my dream of being a polyglot, for tolerating my and everyone else’s dramatics, and for making class equally educational and fun.
To Joshua Luparell and Kristin Moore: thank you for always challenging me to think harder, to analyze deeper. Both of you instrumentally changed my ability to think not just about academic texts, but also the world.
To seniors Amelia Griesedieck and Ava Andrews: thank you for always tolerating my irrelevant rants and inappropriate laughter, and for sticking by me even when it hasn’t been easy to.
Finally, to my wonderful mother: thank you for bringing me into this world, and for being the most understanding, compassionate and kind parent anyone could ask for. I love you more than words.
That’s all, folks!
This is Maeve Taylor’s second year on the Echo as the podcast editor, after making several contributions to the Echo while taking journalism her freshman year.
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