To my fellow seniors out there, congratulations! You officially made it through your first month of senior year!

Oftentimes throughout this past month, instead of getting sentimental about all my “lasts,” I often find myself looking back on all my “firsts.” Amidst all these nostalgic memories, I remember being like any other freshman walking through the entrance of Wilton High School — absolutely petrified. What if I get lost? Is the senior hallway really off limits? Am I gonna have a test every day? These were just a few of the many lingering questions racing through my mind before the first day of school.

Although we did not have Link Crew like the class of 2021 has access to, I was fortunate to have my own “link leader,” my brother. Going into the dark abyss known as high school, I was somewhat comforted by the fact that I had a junior brother there to help me if I needed it. My brother and I made an unspoken pact that there would be no contact between the two of us during the duration my freshman year. The extent of our “conversations” was eye contact, then we immediately put our heads down and pretended the interaction never occurred. Being in the same gym class for a semester and close class location made that rather difficult. However, without doubt, if I ever needed directions or academic help he would be more than welcoming to assist.

Sophomore year, my final year being with my brother in the high school, I did not need his help with navigating the waters, I already had one year under my belt. His senior year brought the responsibility of driving me to school every day, which was thrilling for me, but probably undesirable for him. The three-minute rides to school soon became a time where I packed in all the gossip about my classes and previous teachers that were shared between the two of us. It was times like these that made it bittersweet when he left for school that following August, putting him seven hours away from Wilton.

My junior year was unfulfilling because the usual Fazio Family quartet became a trio, lacking an irreplaceable fourth. Although not there physically, I still felt linked to him in some way because I was enrolled in similar classes that he took, with some of the same teachers.

Now that senior year is in full swing, summer is over, which once again has turned our family of four into a family of three until his return. Along with senior year comes senior traditions. One of them being locker selection. By complete chance, I happened to choose the same locker that my brother had his senior year. As a firm believer of everything happens for a reason, I feel empowered by the fact that in some way I have someone guiding me through my final year of high school.

To me, the locker serves as motivation and faith that I will be able to make it through this year, just as my brother did. My brother and I both started at Wilton High School two years apart and were completely opposite people and students. Coincidentally, after four years at the high school, we ended in the same place and more similar than ever before.


Maya Fazio is a senior at Wilton High School. She shares this column with five classmates.