Senior Editors Say Farewell

Goodbye Farmingdale, See You On The Other Side

by Cecelia Germain, Co-editor-in-chief

I am going to be honest, I am terrible at goodbyes. I do not like big changes. Or anything new. When entering the high school I was absolutely excited, but also terrified. I had taken a “gap year,” meaning I did not attend public school for 8th grade. I was homeschooled for personal reasons… Anyway I spent a whole school year not talking to anyone I knew from Howitt. Walking into that high school without someone by my side, or even knowing what to expect, scared me. At the same time I couldn’t wait. My aunt always told me that out of the 13 years of school, these four will be the best. I actually wanted change. To start fresh. To do new things. I joined clubs, took electives. But nothing. It was the same. I still had the same two friends, which I am thankful for. No one really acknowledged my existence, besides teachers, meaning I was the definition of invisible. It was definitely a change from Howitt, but somehow it was the same. Sophomore year came and that is when everything slowly started to change.

I had taken Creative Writing, where I met one of my closest friends. I was able to write and express how I felt. Of course I was limited to what I could say, you know since this is high school. But I could finally be creative and share my creativity with others. I was taking English 10 with one of the best teachers I have ever met, Ms. Monitto. She helped me develop my writing skills and helped me socialize with people I never dreamed of talking to. She always made us do group work, and that was the one year I enjoyed working as a group.

Tenth grade was where I decided I wanted to major in English or something English-related. I was stuck between teaching and journalism. Why journalism? Because sometime in sophmore year I was binge-watching Gilmore Girls. I aspired to be just like Rory, and I wanted to write for people to see. I wanted to be co-editor-in-chief, just like her. But I never took Journalism, so would I even enjoy it? Yes, I definitely would.

I made one of the best decisions of my high school career to take Journalism with Mr. Osborn. I was the only student that year that took it both 5th period A days and 7th period on B days. So right there, you could tell Osborn was already loving me. I was able to write anything I wanted and express how I felt. I truly fit right in. I remember the first day of Journalism like it was yesterday. Osborn was trying to get to know all of his students and all that. He said my name, I responded with usual “here!” to which he asked if I had a nickname or anything like that. Normally I prefer teachers not to call me by my nickname, so I said nope. Then my best friend, Lizi Pearl, replied with, “Yes she does. She likes to be called CC!!” Oh my gosh Lizi why would you say that? Osborn looked at me and instantly yelled at me, jokingly of course. I froze terrified, but for some reason I found his humor hilarious and I laughed. I told him he could call me CC but chances are I won’t reply. Right then I knew I was going to love this class. Every day after that was filled with his humor, talk of either Star Wars or superheroes, or his famous “Alayna of Farmingdale” when Alayna walked into the room. Osborn allowed me to be editor which consisted of helping set up the school newspaper, meaning I got to design the center spread for the next two years. I edited other staff members’ articles. I put a lot of work into this newspaper.

I realized I didn’t want to just major in journalism. I don’t believe I could make it as a journalist. So I decided I would major in Childhood Education and possibly minor in Journalism. But I really don’t need a degree to be a journalist. Anyway, I decided to take Journalism once again for senior year. Osborn offered me the position of co-editor-in-chief with Lizi Pearl. I was so excited, I couldn’t wait for senior year to start. I was able to choose what the paper looked like, which articles to put in, and of course the center spread. I helped build the Paper Lion website.

I just want to personally thank Osborn for helping me find myself. He made me realize so many things I never knew before. He allowed me to express myself in writing and designing the center spread. He allowed me to realize that I shouldn’t really care what people think, in the end we are all the same people. He made me more confident than I was ever before. If you asked me if I thought I would be in this exact moment four years ago, I wouldn’t believe you. I really don’t think I would have accomplished as much as I did without the help of Osborn. Also I probably would not have helped with announcements if he hadn’t asked. Before this year I would have freaked out if I had to talk to someone let alone say the announcements. Now, I can have a decent conversation with whomever, and not be embarrassed. I would have to say deciding to take Journalism junior and senior year was the best choice I could have made. I just wish I started sooner. So thank you Osborn for allowing me to be the best that I can be and more these last two years. You are an inspiration to others, and I definitely look up to you. I know when I am a teacher, I want my students to enjoy my class as much as I did yours. So once again thank you Osborn I could not have asked for a better Journalism teacher than you. I am also very honored that you have allowed me to be one of the two editor-in-chiefs with Lizi Pearl.

And if anyone out there is asking yourself if you should take Journalism or any class that might interest you, go for it. Achieve the impossible before these four years are over and you are starting fresh. Be who you want to be, not what others want you to be.

Well goodbye Farmingdale, see you on the other side!


Trying My Hand at Saying Goodbye

by Elizabeth Pearl Corey, co-editor-in-chief

Well, I think I’ve been waiting for this even before I knew it was a thing. So, let me try my hand at saying goodbye (a thing which I am not the very best at doing, even under very casual circumstances). I’m also an extremely emotional and sensitive person, and those who know me well know that well, and I am already feeling the tears well up inside me. A lot of wells. Well, I mean, wow…I’ve known some of you since I began school back in 2nd grade, and I just met some of you this year—2018! Speaking of which, how is that already here? The year, I mean. I’m certain I was just a toddler two seconds ago…Like my friend says about her own nearly-adult-self: “I’m like negative two!” Anyways, I cannot deny the fact that it is already 2018, nor can I hide from the impending fate of our graduating class—and every class before us and after us. Graduation. But as another of my friends says, “We’ll burn that bridge when we get there.” Malaphors and all that.

Back to the topic at hand, then. I have gotten to know so many people over the years, during my experience in the Farmingdale School District, and it’s a little bit terrifying that for the first time in my truly cognizant life (I kind of went with the flow as a child, or so I’d like to think), I’m going to have to:

a) Part from those dear to me.

b) Talk to real life, “real world” human-adult-people (what even is a “grown-up”—it sounds fake to me).

c) Make friends without school being a thing that we can relate to.

I mean, thinking about it now, the latter two are pretty irrational, and the idea of parting with this family I’ve grown into and grown with is just…it doesn’t make sense to me, if that makes sense? I’m so grateful for the relationships I’ve started and developed since joining Saltzman East Memorial Elementary School in 2007 (can I be honest for a second? I just tripped up spelling that, because as a child I always mixed the “a” and “e” in ‘Elementary.’ Oh, well). Everyone I know has helped me evolve as a person, and has given me the experience of being a part of a fictional world, in the real world. That is to say, life has never been boring with my friends. And…I’m going to miss all of you.

This wouldn’t be a proper goodbye if I didn’t address how I never expected it would actually happen, nor that it would happen as quickly as it did. All throughout my life, people have been telling me (and I’m sure they’ve been telling you, too, huh) that before I’d know it, I’d be graduating. Of course, I’d scoff at the thought and get back to my extravagant daydreams. Still do. But, I tried to take the advice of the masses, because it was so cliche it must’ve been true, and it turns out it was. And is. Thankfully, though it feels like these four years have gone by way too fast and without a moment in between September 2014 and June 2018 (I know it’s still May, but June’s happening, like, tomorrow. And that isn’t even “Monitto” time), I’ve been able to make some lasting memories thanks to the advice. I still feel like I could’ve done more, but that’s an infinite guarantee: No matter what, you could always do more, so appreciate what you have done. I’m trying to tell myself that.

It’s literally been like half a jiffy since I was born, how am I here? At 18? About to join the many of the world who once were babies, but are now grown-ups…I’m trying to wrap my head around it, but it’s only pushing me deeper into an existential crisis. Anyways, Cece’s Goodbye is pretty emotional and I don’t want to bawl twice as hard, so I’m trying to keep this a little lighter. You should read hers, by the way. It’s the one right above mine, and it’s crazy full of pathos. She’s a heart-string-puller, that one.

I’m drawing this out a little bit more than I should, and I’m driving my thought process all over the place (it’s pretty evident, I’m sure). So, let me wrap this up before it gets too crazy (unless Osborn says there’s still room, then I can go ahead and come back to this later).

My experiences as a Farmingdale student will last with me forever. I have made countless friends, memories, and beautiful days. I can’t believe the end of my grade school career is already here. I’ve been anticipating it and dreading it all at once since I became aware of its inevitable possibility. I’m going to miss everyone. Initially I considered sneaking back into the school as a freshman considering my petite stature, but instead I’ll (hopefully) visit as some “learn-ed” individual in the future. My future is confused, but don’t worry, it’ll straighten itself out. Anyways…ugh…goodbyes, am I right? I’ll miss you all, but hopefully our bond lasts a lifetime, and we can connect with a distant smile in the future, and warm, reminiscing words. I love you all! Remember:

1. Make the most of your time.

2. (Buy my books in the future, please, lol thanks—look out for “E.P. Corey!”)

3. Don’t take life too seriously, embrace every good moment with a smile and use every low and negative as a lesson and a frame of reference for where you want to go above. And try to think positive, please.

I love you all, be good, okay, peace!

Love, Elizabeth Pearl “Lizi” B. Corey (somehow an adult, but also Peter Pan in disguise)

P.S. Also…The “Hunger Doesn’t Vacation Voice” as I’ve somehow come to be known as? Oh well, another memory!


Signing Off

by Catherine Goodheart, Social Media Director

Well, this is it. My senior farewell. I’m FINALLY leaving this school. It’s bittersweet really. I’m excited to pursue my dream career at a college I love, but I’m hurt that I won’t be able to see my friends in the halls like I can now. I’ve been lucky enough to live in Farmingdale my whole life and grow up with my peers from K-12. I have a great group of friends who I’m sad to be leaving, but it’s not like we’re going to grow apart. I really like to try and look at the positives of graduating, actually; I find it harder to think about the negative aspects of graduating. The only negative thing I can think of is leaving the people I’ve grown to love behind, but the rest is all so positive! We get to move on and reach our goals we’ve had set for years, and we’re not leaving our friends because they come with us! Just because you’re leaving high school doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to your friends from high school; the world doesn’t end and restart for you right after you get your diploma. Anyway, I’m very excited for what the future holds and even though I will miss the perks of being in high school, I can’t wait to become a physical therapist and help others while becoming an independent adult along the way. This is Cathy Goodheart, signing off. P.S. Don’t worry about leaving your mark in high school on everyone, in the end, just make sure that your mark counts on the people you care about. 


Farewell, Brian

by Greg Petralia, Multi-Media Director

It is that time, my senior farewell. I’m leaving this school not knowing how to do taxes, but I do know how to prove that ΔABC is parallel to ΔGHI. Even though I don’t feel like I have learned enough in high school to prepare myself for the life ahead, I still had some pretty great moments in my four years. Taking the Media/TV Production class all four years of high school helped me develop my passion for film making and helped me learn all the necessary basics to becoming a film major. Being a part of the Paper Lion staff was a fun experience in that I was able to make a parody of one my favorite shows, The Office, despite only having three episodes. And joining Playcrafters allowed me to make most of my favorite memories in high school. In all three, I made some pretty chill friends that I know that after high school I will definitely stay close to them (shout out to Groupshots). Even though going to school can be a drag, meeting all those people made it worth it. So finally, shut up Noah, Cathy have fun at the fake dentist, and farewell Brian.


Goodbye… FHS

by Noah Kramer, Art Director

My legacy in this school is a silly comic book series where the main character is an anthropomorphic pistachio with facial hair fittingly called “Mustachio.” I wrote reviews and articles about comic books and pop culture as a whole. This class specifically was a blast. I got to work with my friends on an Office parody show, I got to write what I wanted to write about, and there was little to no censorship on my work. My favorite article I worked on is the one where I asked the age-old question, “Which cereal mascot would win in a fight?” I poured my heart and soul into most of these silly articles and got a definitive answer towards a stupid question that has no real insight into anything serious or critical at all. As you could see by now, I took this class way more seriously than most of my classes, including some AP classes, because I actually had fun in this class and was genuinely interested in my work. That’s what made it one of, if not my favorite class in my entire high school experience. The friends I made while in it and the fun times we had will be cherished in my heart for a very long time (shut up Greg [and Cathy]). GOODBYE OSBORN!


The Next Chapter

by Grace Brosnan, Creative Writing Editor

You know when they say time flies, they really mean it. Never in the last four years did I think that I would be here in my last weeks of high school, getting ready to leave behind everything that I know just to be whirled into the unknown of adulthood. Senior year always felt like a fable. It seemed like it was impossible. I’d see my senior friends graduate but never did I think that one day I would be going through what they went through.

Looking back on these last four years, I know I am going to miss them so much. I always wanted to graduate and get as far away from Farmingdale as I could, but now I don’t want to leave. I want to stay and live another amazing four years with my best friends.

But I know that I’m ready for college no matter how nerve-racking the thought is. In the fall, I will be attending Pratt Institute in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. I won’t be too far from home but still the city always feels like it is light years away. I’m excited for this next chapter because the city is my favorite place in the whole world. I’ve always known that I wanted to live in the city for a portion of my life and I’m so happy that I get the chance to live out that dream.

I will be majoring in their writing program in the fall in hopes that I will be a successful writer one day. I’ve been writing stories ever since I was little. I love to read and create. It’s my passion and I’m so excited that I get to be able to continue my dream for the next four years.

Saying goodbye means saying goodbye to all the teachers who helped me pursue that dream. I got lucky with all my English teachers in the last four years. I’ve loved every one of them and I left each of their classes with something to hold on to, something that I didn’t know before that helped me on my writing path.

I am incredibly grateful for Journalism and Mr. Osborn for letting me write for the newspaper to expand my horizons. Being on the paper taught me a new style of writing that I know will help me in the future. I’m so thankful for Mr. Osborn to let me share my creative style in a newspaper full of articles.

High school is a roller coaster of many highs and lows and every day it taught me a new lesson in life. I will hold on to these four wonderful, surprising, exciting, amazing years for the rest of my life and I’m so lucky that they were at Farmingdale High School. 


* Photos courtesy of Lifetouch