Overworked, Underpaid

Prioritization? Never heard of her.


Photo by Ashley Ritter

Sidney Lowry

Let’s just face it, trying to find out where you belong is hard.

That’s what every kid is trying to do during their years at LHS. Some are taking every class to see what they enjoy, some are switching up their social groups to find one that is just right and some are trying to get involved in every single club imaginable.

Personally, I tried the club route. At the beginning of my sophomore year, I looked through the big rotating flyer rack in the counseling office to see what clubs were offered. Immediately overwhelmed, I decided to pick a modest 15 clubs to start out with. I seriously thought that would be a manageable number.

I started picking out papers one-by-one, and going to clubs during Liberty Hour, before and after school. Usually, during that trial and error process of attending club meetings, you can narrow it down to two or three you really like.

That was not the case.

I decided I liked almost all of them, so I continued going. At the same time, I was starting to get more involved in newspaper and french.

Close to the end of my junior year, I had too much on my plate. I was the new Editor-in-Chief of the newspaper, a National Honor Society member, taking AP and honors courses, and in charge of starting up the French Honor Society. It was too much.

I was staying up late and waking up early. I simultaneously had a job where I worked until 10 p.m. on weekdays and opened at 4 a.m. on weekends. I was stretching myself way too thin. Towards spring break, I told myself I needed to change something, or my mental health was at stake. I quit my job and that freed up a lot of time. When I made the pros and cons list of quitting, the pros ultimately overpowered the single con of ‘being broke’. I was fortunate enough to have my mom support me in making that decision because some don’t have the option to not work.

After quitting my job –I knew the groups I wanted to devote my time to. I started focusing more on the newspaper and getting back on track with the school work I needed to do. After getting back on top of my work, I realized that being involved and overworking myself was not the same thing. I had found somewhere I belong, but I was still involved in things I wasn’t as serious about.