I remember back when I was six-years-old and one of the biggest thrills my young heart had was sitting next to the window and watching attentively as the raindrops raced down. I’d pick my favorite one as it landed and I’d mentally push it to slide down faster, wanting it to surpass all of the other droplets and reach the finish line. Soon, though, it’d reach the bottom of the window and disappear forever. Newspaper was the high school version of my raindrop. As soon as I walked through the doors of FHS for the first time, I knew this was my race. I’d selected my raindrop, and I planned on seeing it through. It took four years, a lot of hard work, and plenty of tears for me to reach the bottom of the windowsill. Throughout college, I’m sure I’ll look back with bittersweet memories of the Bulldog Express and FHS Press. I’ll never forget the days of staying after for hours with Kelly, or sitting in the back of Mr. Hartman’s room all day trying to get everything right. The good always comes hand-in-hand with the bad, and slammed doors and hurt feelings gave way to a sense of accomplishment when things worked out. I want to thank Mr. Hartman for the opportunities he presented me with, the faith he had in me to take the paper to the next level, and all of his time that went into this paper. My very best friends have done more for me than anyone, besides maybe my mommy, on the paper and in everyday life, as they listened to my ideas, edited my stories, brought a smile to my face with goat jokes, and helped me through the moments where I just wanted to give up. I hope that everyone who contributed to the paper in the last four years knows that every little effort has an impact. Every deadline met (or missed) and every idea brought to the table influenced the paper, and my experience with it. Next year, I’ll find the same raindrop I found four years ago and set in for another ride with a different paper. Nothing will ever replace the sense of familiarity that I’d found in working for this paper, and I hope that the skills and experience that I’ve built over the years provide a strong foundation for college. I hope the new Editor-in-Chief next year can continue the undeniable progress that the paper has been making. As much work as the paper takes, I don’t regret a minute of it; the sense of pride and accomplishment is more than worth it, and I hope that mindset is taken on next year. Good luck to each of you on staff, and thank you for a wonderful, and truly memorable experience. I hope you each take your raindrops all the way to the finish.