The Circuit: Graduation Edition

My fellow seniors and I are about to let go of one of the main things that has defined us over the past several years: Soon, we will no longer be Whitman students. This definition and all that accompanies it for each of us is slowly shifting into the past tense. I suspect, however, that a lot of what we have picked up over the past four years has simply become a part of who we are, regardless of where we are.For me, my time at Whitman is synonymous with The Pio and The Circuit. If a fortune teller had told me, four years ago, that during my senior year I would be the editor-in-chief of these two publications, I would have asked for my money back. So many things that have happened over the past four years would be almost unimaginable to that girl sitting on a stool waiting to have her picture taken in the Reid Ballroom on the first day of orientation––and obviously, I’m not the only senior who could say this.

Whitman, I’ve noticed, has a tendency to inspire students to act on their harebrained impulses and to follow the trail of those thoughts that begin with “Maybe I could . . .” The results are often impressive, and they usually make for a good story.

Now it’s time to say goodbye to the place that I love and that I begrudge, to the publication that pushed me beyond the farthest reaches of what I thought I was capable of and to the people who made me so proud to say I was their editor. It has been an honor and a privilege and a joy to call the Pio office my home and the those who work here my family.

Thank you, Whitman, for the courage and the inspiration. And thank you for reading,