Goodbye from our Senior Editors

Izzy Wolf

After four years at Mountain Range and two years in Journalism class, graduation is creeping around the corner. In my four years here I am glad to never step foot in the gym again. Yet I am sad to leave the class rooms.

When I first joined Journalism, I was simply there for an easy A. Then we started writing and started doing interviews and I realized I actually enjoyed it. That was Mr.Adamsky’s first year teaching Journalism, and I am thankful I was there and thankful he took me back in his class to be an editor for The Range with two other amazing people my senior year. 

Journalism class taught me how to be social when interviewing people and editing other people's work, how to clean up my writing, and occasionally how to cook cheap meals up to Adamsky’s standards. The editors team never failed to make me laugh and never failed to show magic tricks or play minecraft when we had nothing else to do.

There were some days I couldn’t wait to leave this school, and now, with only a few days left, I find myself wishing it would slow down. Knowing that the people I see daily I won’t see as often. I am happy I will never play High School Volleyball ever again but sad to watch the memories go away.

I am excited to not have to go to baseball games every Tuesday and Thursday in the freezing cold, but I am sad to not see Mr and Mrs.Williams at every game. I'm upset I won’t get the chance to sit with Mr.Tyler just to talk.

Overall, a lot of the teachers here are phenomenal people and teachers. Everybody should try a new class because you never know the experiences you'll have and the things you’ll learn.

Lucid Champitto-Davis

High school has not been easy. I spent the first two years isolated and online, which made it difficult to connect with others. I struggled, eventually failing my sophomore year. When I finally stepped into Mountain Range for my junior year, I was determined to make a change. However, the transition came with its own set of challenges. I was weird and different, and it became clear to me that others could see it too.

Despite my fears, I decided to put myself out there. Making friends wasn't a natural, flowing process. I had to confront not only my academic struggles but also my social anxiety. It often felt like a huge mountain to climb, and sometimes I wondered if I was just going to trip and fall all over again. But gradually, things began to improve. And all it took was walking up to a few people, asking if I could sit with them, and I'm still friends with them to this day.

In the words of my Journalism teacher, “It’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun.” High school has had its ups and downs, filled with laughter and tears, and everything in between. The tough moments, the awkward encounters, and the endless assignments have shaped me in ways I never anticipated.

I have plenty of reasons to want to leave high school. The stress of exams, the constant race to meet deadlines, and the pressure to find a path for my future can sometimes feel overwhelming. I dream of the day when I can say goodbye to all this and embrace a new beginning that feels lighter and more exciting. I want to explore the world beyond these hallways, where I can experience new things and build connections without the weight of high school expectations hovering over me.

And yet, I find myself hesitant about leaving. The thought of moving on means letting go of the friendships I’ve forged, the memories I've created, and the lessons I've learned. I worry about forgetting my high school experience entirely, except when someone brings it up, and then I fear I’ll let those memories fade again the very next day. It’s haunting to think that one day, all of this—the laughter in the cafeteria, late-night study sessions, and even the frustrations—might become distant echoes in my mind.

As much as I want to escape, I also recognize that this period has been foundational in shaping who I am. I don’t want my experiences here to slip away. I want to cherish them, to remind myself of how far I’ve come, even if it’s been tough. But no matter how I feel, I know I can’t stay stagnant. Life continues to move forward, whether I’m ready or not. While I might be excited about what lies ahead, I know that I must embrace the transition, however challenging it may be.

I have no choice but to move on anyway. I can’t sit still while life moves on. It's a bittersweet journey to navigate, but perhaps it's also an opportunity for growth. With each step, I can carry these memories with me, ready to face whatever comes next.