Dear Future Archers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Arc\u201d was born out of chaos\u2014a bright Monday when life threw me a curveball. I wasn\u2019t there to hear the announcement, tucked away in the school medical room as my name was called: President of the newly-formed Religious and Tolerance Department. The title hit me like a storm\u2014unexpected and overwhelming. \u201cWait, what? That didn\u2019t exist before, right?\u201d I stammered as friends congratulated me. Confusion turned to panic, then a heavy sense of responsibility. Terrifying as it was, a spark of excitement began to flicker. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I met my team\u2014a classmate and three juniors I barely knew\u2014our first meeting was a cautious exchange of ideas. I pitched programs, hesitant but determined, and introduced a bold idea: a digital newspaper. The first student-run, bilingual platform in our city. Ambitious, maybe absurd, I braced for resistance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead, there was relief. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My team\u2019s sighs echoed through the room like a collective exhale of unspoken fears. They confessed their doubts about their place in the department, their insecurities about being \u201creligious enough\u201d for the role. The newspaper, they said, felt like a lifeline\u2014something neutral, something fresh, something that allowed them to contribute without the weight of expectations. In that moment, I realized I wasn\u2019t alone in my uncertainty. We were all navigating the unknown together, and this crazy idea of mine wasn\u2019t just mine anymore. It was ours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over the next year, \u201cThe Arc\u201d became more than a project. It became a haven. We built not just a newspaper but a team that trusted, laughed, and grew together. We found joy in the work, in each other, in the knowledge that we were creating something that mattered. A platform where voices could rise, stories could live, and our school could see itself reflected in words that belonged to us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To the future Archers: know this\u2014you are stepping into something built with both trembling hands and unshakable hearts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reva, MJ, Nenggo, and Dwi, our web developers and co-founders, was the architects of this dream. Where I saw scattered ideas, they saw structure. Where I stumbled, they steadied. They turned \u201cThe Arc\u201d into more than just a concept; They made it a reality. Their resilience became the backbone of everything we achieved. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We taught each and everyone of us, that innovation isn\u2019t about knowing all the answers. It\u2019s about daring to ask the questions. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dear Future Archers, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, it\u2019s your turn to carry the flame. You\u2019ll face your own storms, your own curveballs. You\u2019ll doubt yourselves, and that\u2019s okay. Doubt is the soil where resilience takes root. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Remember that this isn\u2019t just a newspaper. It\u2019s a legacy. It\u2019s the culmination of our fears and dreams, our failures and triumphs. It\u2019s a testament to what happens when a group of ordinary students dares to create something extraordinary. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when the nights grow long and the deadlines loom, when the weight of responsibility feels too heavy, look around. Your team is your anchor. Your passion is your compass. You are not alone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So go on, future Archers. Write your stories. Build your bridges. Blaze your trail. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when the time comes to pass the torch, may you do so with hands steady and hearts full\u2014knowing that you, too, have left your mark on \u201cThe Arc.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With all the hope in the world, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Syakira & Reva<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Founders and 2024\u2019s Chief and Web Developer of The Arc<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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