Senior Column: Claire Boysen

Senior Column: Claire Boysen

Claire Boysen, print managing editor

University of Findlay

Major: Pre-veterinary medicine

The night before my first day of high school was spent with uncontrollable crying, heavy wheezing and anxiety. I was sure high school was going to be a living hell. I had already made some new friends through band camp over the summer, but I also saw boys with beards who went to the same school as me. It was scary.

The night before my first day of senior year was spent with a racing heart, adrenaline and still, anxiety. I was determined to make the most of this year, but the ending creeping closer and closer means a new beginning was also approaching. And as someone who has lived in the same place their whole life, that’s scary. Kirkwood is where I feel at home whether I like it or not. What if I can’t find that feeling in Ohio next year? Everyone acts like they can’t wait to leave Kirkwood, and trust me, I can’t either. But I’m also scared out of my mind. I’m scared that I will be alone. I’m scared that I won’t find my place. I’m scared that my major will be too much for me. I’m scared that I’m not good enough at lacrosse. But mostly, I’m scared that I’ll lose what I built for myself these past four years here.

I was determined to make senior year the best one yet, and I would like to say that despite all the ups and downs, I have. I’ve laughed a lot and cried a lot. I’ve loved hard and lost hard. I’ve made memories I wish I could go back to and I’ve made memories I wish would’ve gone differently. But maybe this is just another part of high school that I haven’t discovered yet. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. Which leads me to believe that while I have loved the hell out of my senior year, I guess I can also say that I have loved the hell out of all of my time at KHS.

It hasn’t been perfect, but it’s been authentic. I’ve had some of the hardest and best times in this building. And while Kirkwood will always hold a very dear place in my heart, I will need the same love and passion up north. It may be hard, but I will find my place, my people, my purpose. The only thing that will be undeniably the hardest part is sporting the dreaded orange and black as my school colors.