When I think of West, I think of the daily lines of students craving a fresh cookie from the café, as well as the weekly under-the-table hot dog transactions at the back corner of the school. I remember Mr. Campione hurtling an egg at the blackboard in the name of physics, and I can’t help but reminisce Mrs. Cartee’s unhealthy obsession with tiny chairs. I think of the blood, sweat, and quite-literal tears shed by the chem kids reviewing VSEPR the night before a test—as well as the comforting words of encouragement offered by students and teachers alike. I’ll always remember the spontaneous roars of laughter erupting during Mr. West productions, and I’ll never forget the rattling of the bleachers in the last quarter of an East-West football game.
When I think of West, I think of some of the most spirited, dynamic, and warm-hearted students I have ever met, united in times of victory and resilient in times of loss. I think of the teachers that continue to inspire me, and I am reminded of some of the greatest friendships I will ever form. It is this community that has shaped our perceptions of the world, our personal theories of how it works. As we meet new people, share new interactions, and encounter new experiences, I hope that we will continue to seek communities that electrify the world in the same way that West had. I hope that we will all find our niches, surrounding ourselves with people that bring out the absolute best in the world—and, by extension, the absolute best in ourselves. On behalf of the Class of 2021, I would like to thank West once more for this undeniably, unforgettable experience. It has been an honor.
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