Junior year was a turning point

As I sit here, writing my last column for the Post, I realize how fitting an end this is to a year that seems as though its lasted a lifetime.

While all my classmates at Brunswick roam around Greenwich, looking for a good place to watch the L.A. Kings play the Chicago Blackhawks for a spot in the Stanley Cup Finals, I sit here in my room, plugging away at one last article. But it’s a happy ending for me, mainly because it’s not as much an ending as it is a beginning.

By far, the most striking thing about my junior year is that out of all the people I got to know better, the person I learned the most about was myself. My world widened so vastly this year because I put myself out in new situations. I became the president of two Brunswick-based clubs this year, not only bringing me to the front of many a Brunswick Upper School assembly to make announcements, but also to the front of several lower and middle school assemblies to do the same.

I came to Brunswick as a freshman in high school, so I never got the chance to roam the hallways of the King Street campus or to know the past teachers that my “lifer” classmates spoke so fondly of. But my occasional trips to the Brunswick’s younger wings introduced me to teachers and traditions that I would have never had the pleasure of knowing otherwise.

Those trips made me feel as though I had been at Brunswick for as long as anybody, deepening my connection to a school I already loved. I even made a foray into wrestling this year, something I remember explicitly writing off for the entirety of my preceding high school career. My looks into the Brunswick wrestling gym from the weight room in my early high school years had been cringe-worthy to say the least, and I couldn’t begin to imagine myself in the shoes of one of the unfortunate souls trapped down there.

However, once the football team began its march to a Housatonic League title and a few wrestler teammates overheard that I would do “anything” to become a starting offensive lineman, it was only a matter of time before they had the wrestling coach Tim Ostrye put me on his list. The early going of that wrestling season, as I struggled to get the ropes of the sport, was the most frustrating time of my entire life. However, I got through it once I realized that there was no giving up and that I had to dedicate myself completely if I was going to be anything close to successful.

But many of you readers might already know what wrestling taught me because whenever there was a lesson to be learned this year, this column was always there to help me find it. Time and time again, my Growing Up Greenwich column forced me to sit down and make sense of it all, to find meaning in places where I would have never looked otherwise.

Every one of the countless hours spent on my columns was worth its value in gold for the perspective they helped me find on all of my experiences this year. I thank everyone involved for giving me the opportunity to capture all that I learned in writing. It has really meant the world to me.

As I close this final column, well after the rest of my family has gone to bed, I know with certainty that this was the only way my time with the Post could end properly. I worked harder than ever before this year, but pushing myself through that work, and through it well, has made me stronger and more self-aware than ever before.

The lessons I’ve learned this year will last forever and those are hardly the last ones life has for me to learn. The ones that remain await me on the football field, in the wrestling room and in front of a laptop screen on a Sunday night.

This column isn’t the end of my work, but only the beginning, and I couldn’t be happier about that.


Christopher Lucey is a rising senior at Brunswick School.

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