Written by: Michele Greene-Larsen // HBRHS Teacher and Parent
As the school year nears its end, I find myself immersed in reflection. This year holds particular significance for me as I contemplate my teaching journey at HBR, my journey towards better health, and the joy of parenting two HBR Seniors.
Seventeen years ago, my tenure at HBR began, but it wasn't until my children, Leora and Patrick, entered 5th grade that we settled in Hinckley. The welcoming reception they received from the school community still fills me with warmth. Our decision to move here was deliberate; we sought a nurturing environment that would offer our children ample opportunities and support. HBR proved to be just that—a home brimming with possibilities. From clubs such as Renaissance, Student Council, and Academic Bowl, to sports like golf, dance, and track, to academic pursuits in science, math, and art, HBR provided avenues for my children to explore their passions and become community leaders. The foundation laid here has shaped them into the accomplished individuals they are today. It's surreal to think that in just over a month, they'll be crossing the stage in the High School gym and tossing their caps into the air.
Unlike many parents, my journey doesn't end with college move-in day in August. While tears will undoubtedly flow, I will return to HBR, ready to forge deeper connections with my students, organize events like the Middle School Back-to-School dance and the Leadership Retreat, and share my passion for mathematics and computer science. Over the years, I've come to realize that HBR isn't just a workplace—it's my home. While there were ups and downs, it wasn't until last year, amid my battle with stage II breast cancer, that I truly grasped the depth of the HBR community's support.
Receiving that diagnosis was earth-shattering. I vividly recall stepping out of my 7th-hour class—a class my daughter was in—to take the call, sliding to the floor upon hearing the news, tears rolling down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure how I would get up and go back into the classroom. But I rose, determined to fight. Throughout my treatment, I wasn't alone. My family stood by me, as did my HBR family. Students, parents, colleagues, administrators, school board members—the outpouring of support was overwhelming. I've expressed my gratitude countless times, yet it never feels like enough. Being part of the HBR family is a profound blessing.
As this chapter draws to a close, I implore each of you to cherish every moment. HBR isn't just a school—it's a unique, nurturing community. Embrace the opportunities it offers, make them your own, and become part of this remarkable family.
