EDITOR’S Letter
My time has come to say goodbye. Ouch. That stirs up sadness, but it also feels like I can simply add it to the list of things that have come to an end thus far. The Matrics have been saying a lot of goodbyes — it’s almost a routine now. Goodbye Last First Day of School, goodbye last orals (yes!), goodbye athletics, goodbye Mrs Olivier and Mr van Niekerk – what?! Yes, an unexpected goodbye to them too. It is sad saying goodbye, knowing that you’re leaving something valuable behind. On the other hand, what lies ahead, could be something better (or equally amazing…let’s not offend anyone). Time moves with or without you, so many goodbyes are purely inevitable. You are kind of forced to embrace ‘em through the difficulty. What makes it special, is having something that’s hard to say goodbye too. As a young grade 8, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I sent in my application article for the Circum. I wanted to start something new and see where it took me. It all happened so fast after that. In grade 9, I’d been asked to be sub-editor. WHAT? (my internal reaction) On the outside, I was just smiling. With shocked excitement, I answered, “Yes!” without really thinking about it. I had no idea what becoming sub -editor entailed and was it nerve-racking! My first task was to inquire about printing prices for magazines all over Worcester or Cape Town. I was still very introverted and shy, so that was very scary. I had also internalised pressures that every aspect of my life had to become more organised all of a sudden because I was in the
