By Sophia Doan
Scrolling through the last four years of my camera roll, I am met with countless memories. My first day, knowing only a handful of people, confused by the block schedule. The hours of cross-country practice, navigating different classes and teachers, and “firsts” of everything began to build my Westmont experience. In my sophomore year, I established some of my closest friendships to this day. My first job, getting my license, and for the first time experiencing independence. One of my favorite parts was Sadie York, and our daily post-track Target runs. The rude awakening of my busy junior year schedule and the many pictures of studying, crying, and attempting to juggle AP classes and several part-time jobs. And finally, my senior year. The “lasts” of everything, the friend group I always longed for, and the highs and lows of navigating the college decision process. As I reflect on the last four years, I am met with a mix of nostalgic sadness to leave a great period in my life and excitement to move on to the next. Scrolling through my thousands of pictures, from my freshman year BeReals to my senior photos, I treasure the memories and experiences that Westmont has given me.
