by Logan Gilman

If you read this paper regularly, which I’m sure you do, you’ve probably seen an overwhelming amount of “Goodbye Columns.” These columns probably consisted of dorky memories, uninteresting tidbits of live advice and cliche sayings to wrap things up. This column will not be like that.
I’m not one for sharing too many of my memories. But I will tell you this: High school has been a wild ride. It’s had ups and downs, and there have been days when I love coming to school and days that feel so long it seems like I’m in one of those movies where they keep reliving the same day over and over and don’t know why. There have been classes I hate with every ounce of my being, and then there were some classes I love. Since this is my last column ever as a member of this lovely publication, I’ll write about the good ones.
Sophomore year, the infamous Clay Cooper came up to me and begged me to join journalism. He was on his hands and knees begging me to try it, and eventually I felt so bad for the poor kid I reluctantly agreed to give this strange class a try. As I sat in the class the first day, I realized this wasn’t like other classes — we had fun. We had fun at school? Now, that was a new concept to me. Since it is technically a student-run class, we were given freedom to work how we wanted. We actually got the chance to learn new things on our own and express ourselves how we chose to. And all of this, along with the great people in the class, led me to find a passion in journalism and photography.
As the last couple weeks of my high school career come to a close, I have to say I’m a little surprised. I always envisioned the end of this four-year journey to be a bittersweet feeling. Bitter, because my friends and I are all going our separate ways and because I’ll probably never see some of my favorite teachers again. But on the other hand, sweet because I’ll have more freedom, and I’m finally growing up and can live my life more of the way I want. But that’s not the way it is; it’s entirely sweet.
I am unbelievably excited to see what the future holds. I’m ready to go out and learn how to be independent, without having to follow ridiculous high school rules. Now with all of that being said, there is now only one thing to do.
With this being the last “Logan’s Column,” I would like to thank all of my faithful readers for their support throughout the years. I now bid you adieu and ride off into the sunset.