Writing a letter to the Trojan Messenger
December 19, 2018
To the dearest Trojan Messenger,
I want to start off by saying, thank you. Thank you for giving me school spirit. Thank you for keeping me busy for the past three years. Thank you for being my safe place where I have gained several new friends. Thank you for letting my share my voice to anyone who wants to listen. Thank you.
Without you, Trojan Messenger, I would be lost. Not just in a metaphorical way but also around the school. I was a confused and scared sophomore who never stepped out of her comfort zone her first year in high school. I would have never gained a love and passion for sports, before they were just there now I will be attending college to major in Sports Journalism in hopes to become a writer for a professional team one day. You have given me several opportunities that I would not have ever imagined happening. I was able to travel to Northside High School to attend the second round of playoffs with the varsity football team which opened my eyes to my future. I have also been given the opportunity to express my opinion several times, and even gained awards from it. I will always be grateful for the possibilities you have given me.
To possibly the best editor I have ever encountered, Anna Catherine, although you are in college now I still credit you for my success on this paper. You have been more than a guiding light for many staff members. You took this paper and made it something to be proud of. I will always be thankful for the articles you’ve helped me complete. You helped me become the journalist I am today.
Brian Cendejas, you are the most uniquely different individual I have come across. Although you do have tendencies to “cross the line” even after you left, you still have been there for any sports related question I have. You always told me to never be the cheerleader for the paper, and I still use that quote to this day. When I was named sports editor the year following your graduation I knew I had big shoes to fill. I’m honored I had the chance to fill those shoes.
Thank you Mrs. Nester, for always supporting the paper. For always believing in the power of journalism even if we don’t. You never gave up on us, or me. Thank you for empowering young students and giving them hope in anything they set out to do. Thank you for forgiving me and all my late due dates. I hope to look back next year and see a Mills Grill and Grocery review. You helped me define my inner voice. I was a ball of words and opinions but had no idea how to express it; you helped me express it. As I grow older I will never forget the lessons you taught me, you were like my own Mr. Feeny. I hope to inspire generations to come, just like you have.
I walked into this class for the first time as a student. Scared, nervous, and clueless on what was to come. I walk out today an experienced reporter. Next year will have new faces on the staff. A new staff to complete the vision that the Trojan Messenger was created for, to inform and inspire the Trojans of THS. To let everyone have their moment on the Humans of Tunstall. I walked into this class three years ago unaware of my ability to create. I will walk out with knowledge, wisdom, and 25 style rules. I would not want it any other way.
I love you Trojan Messenger.
Don’t forget about me, because I will never forget about you.