May 29, 2020
It all began my sophomore year. I sat in the back corner of the room shivering from journalism teacher Brian Higgins’ poor choice in room temperature. Eventually, I brought a jacket.
Although the classroom was always freezing, Wingspan brought great warmth to C102 and the surrounding hallways. I only really joined Journalism I for an elective credit, but after a few months in the class I realized how much purpose it gave me. Even though I dreaded interviewing people I knew of, but who didn’t know me, it eventually helped build my confidence. I learned how to take constructive criticism, realized my love for being on camera and most of all how to think like a writer. On days where I was anxious, I would hang on the famous tan couch. That’s when Wingspan became more than a class, it became my little home on campus.
The special thing about Wingspan is the people in it. I made friends from all corners of the school. And Mr. Higgins of course. Even though he claimed I wasn’t the best story teller, he gave me a sense of direction, and helped me realize that my dreams can slowly become a reality. I love Wingspan, and if you’re reading this, please join or stay in the class! I wouldn’t trade the memories I’ve made for the world.
Graduation is around the corner, and the class of 2020 is very lucky to even have one. Through COVID-19 I learned one thing, appreciate every moment like it’s the last! Oh how I wish I can have one more day in C102 sitting on the couch eating berry gummies.
Maybe in a few years you will actually get that special issue story you have been waiting for, Higgins.
Thank you Wingspan. Thank you friends. Thank you couch sitters. This has been Yael Even for Wingspan TV. Goodbye Redhawk nation.