A Year of Lasts (and Firsts)
Today, I finished my final audition for a musical at Providence Day. For the past ten years, I've looked forward to this time of year, before the arduous process of putting on the production begins. The Fine Arts hallway is filled with an air of excitement and uncertainty: a sense that anything could happen, that this is a pivotal moment.
So too, my Senior year feels as if I'm standing on a precipice, waiting to see what the next years of my life will look like. My days are filled with talk of college, and my upcoming weeks are structured around application deadlines, admission decisions, and final visits. It's strange to think that after thirteen years as a Charger, I'll be wearing new gear for the first time this Spring.
In any transition, there exists a tendency to devalue that which has gone before. No matter what role I receive on Friday, I'll never forget the joy I've experienced on the McMahon mainstage, performing as Oliver, or Nicely Nicely Johnson, or Lord Evelyn Oakleigh. And no matter where the next step leads me, I'll always take immense pride in my time as a Charger.