Coffee Clubs with Trish

Annie Lori, Editor in Chief

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    For all of you in Classics to Contemporary, you will know that one of our last book assignments was a choice book. I was debating going with “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” solely because I’ve already read it, so it would allow me to slack off while undergoing the infamous senioritis that I think I’ve had since August 2011. But after hearing English teacher Gina VonVille’s summary of “Tuesdays with Morrie,” I thought maybe that’d be a better choice. It’s a true story written by Mitch Albom, who meets with his former college professor once a week for a different life lesson. They talked about everything. Love, death, values, acceptance, etc. Not trying to spoil much here, but by the end of the book, Albom was forever changed by the inspiring 78-years-old Morrie Schwartz, who is dying of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS). It’s a great, quick read. Reading this book just made me wish I had my own Morrie. It really didn’t take long after to realize that I already do. Her name’s Tricia Lori. Everyone calls her Trish. But in my phone, her name is under “Mom.”

    Our “Tuesdays” are what we call “Coffee Club.” Not sure why “club” is in that title since it’s just two people having coffee together. Due to my senior year schedule of having periods 8, 9 and 10 off, I get out of school at 12:35 or 1:30 p.m. every day, leaving me with all the free time I could imagine and more. This is when I have “Coffee Clubs with Trish” several times a week. She isn’t a college professor, but she’s just as inspiring as Morrie.  Our conversations don’t always have topics as serious as love and death, but we really do talk about everything on our little coffee dates.

     We talk about senior year. In the fall, we would stress about my college applications. Let me tell you, the whole process is really just not enjoyable. Freshmen, sophomores, juniors: prepare yourself. But now that it’s over, there’s so much about college to look forward to. 

   We would plan what I should wear for the themed football games coming up on Friday. Looking back, I couldn’t tell you what I wore to any of those games, but there are so many memories from them that I could recall in full detail. Football season will always be one of my favorite things about HHS. The student section, the talented team, my fellow Explorer Girls and Superfans. I wouldn’t change a thing about this past history-making season.

    We would freak out about dates for dances, which was another stressful feature about high school. But once that’s over, dances really are a blast. Dress-searching, group-making, after-planning, picture-taking. Looking through everyone else’s pictures the day after instead of doing homework. Dances are just classic, and I’ll actually really miss them.

    We talk about school. Teachers, classes, the usual. I tell her about how thankful I am to have met Nurse Natalie Bilinovich, being someone I can always count on. Trish and I always talk about one class in particular: journalism. Words cannot describe how much I love this class and everyone in it. Between “late nights” and days we get to pass out the paper, this class would be worth repeating high school for. Yes, I really did just say that. I tell Trish how thankful I am to have met teacher Jessica Stiffler. Without her, I may have never taken journalism or joined the school paper, and I might not be going to college to study journalism. Her passion and dedication is as inspiring as it gets, and I’m proud to always remember her as my favorite teacher.

    We would talk about my friends. Things change so much in four years of high school, friends really being one of them. I can say wholeheartedly that the girls who are my friends now were worth the drama that it took for us all to meet at the end of sophomore year. Thanks to them, I’ve never laughed harder, and I don’t know what this year would have been like without them.

    We talk about our other family members. They’re the crew that has made me feel loved since day one. My dad, the person who thinks he actually is funnier than everyone else on this earth. And I’ll never admit this to his face, due to the months of gloating that would happen, but I agree. He has the biggest heart though, and I hope he never stops looking at me as his little girl. I couldn’t ask for anyone better, and I’m thankful that he never fails to put a smile on my face. My older brother, Bo, who will always be my biggest role model. I’m lucky to be able to call him one of my best friends, regardless of how many times we would fight over who gets to take the car. My little sister, Macy, who, through it all, we’ll always be close, and we know we can always go to each other. My little brother, Blake, who I wish would stay little forever. He’s a blonde tornado of energy, but I love his good heart. 

    We talk about each other, Trish and I. We would plan trips for the two of us. I’d tell her about my latest crush or new favorite song. We would try and count about how many antique shops we browsed over the weekend. I listen as she tells me about her high school and college stories, which would always follow with her laughing and saying, “Don’t tell your father I told you that.” She gives me advice on just about everything. She helps me through whatever problem I have on the days I text her saying, “I really need to talk to you. Coffee?” I thank her for dropping her plans to meet with me. It’s always days like those that make me realize how much I need her in my life. We laugh, we gossip, we enjoy each other’s company. We just talk. I’ve never met an inspiration so selfless and kind-hearted, and I hope I turn out exactly like her. Senior year and really all four years of high school would have been impossible without her. Next year won’t be the same without having the ability to see her whenever I want. I’ll forever be thankful for “Coffee Clubs with Tris

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2015-05-19 08:26:06

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