I remember hearing the words “Swan Song” come from my older sister and cousins, having no clue what they were talking about. My sister told me that the day would come for me, and somehow here we are.
Within the past four years, so much has changed, but one thing that has always stayed consistent is sitting in the back of Mr. Vautrain’s room every Monday after school. (Except for the occasional meeting in Mr. G’s.) Rambler has been such a constant part of my life and has allowed me to reflect on how much I’ve grown. Of course, being a part of the Rambler has made me much more confident as a writer, but above all, as a person. Joining this club was never a choice I thought twice about; to be honest, it felt like a family legacy I had to carry on. Over 10 years of my bloodline in the Rambler is about to end, but I am honored to have left my mark on it.
Whether that be laughing a little too loud with Evie or forming unforeseen friendships, Rambler has brought me many memories that I will cherish forever. I’ll miss Rambler Mondays and reluctantly signing up for articles, but most of all I’ll miss the creative outlet that Rambler brought, the inspiring energy during meetings that made each edition so special, and the people it brought me closer to. Rambler has shown me the dedication required to produce something you’re proud of. As an editor, seeing the talent within the next generation of Ramblerians and watching them step into their own voices has been such a heartwarming experience. I know the future of Rambler is in good hands, and I cannot wait to read all that comes next. Thank you to Mr. Vautrain for being the heart of a club so great, we can all agree that there is no Rambler without you.
