Chapter Fourteen: School Spirit
Last night, the seniors had a special event called "Senior Walk." This ceremony is basically an awards assembly, but instead of us starting in the audience and being called up, we start by walking down the stage while are names are announced. I find this honorable because the school made sure to announce every senior that night, whether they received an award or not.
The Senior Walk was full of emotions, but what I admired most was how interlocked we are as a class.
We, the senior class of 2014, have stuck together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have prayed together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have succeeded together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have hurt together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have conquered together.
For those of my readers who do not know, our school has been threatened by the state to be reconstituted. However, throughout the year, I've received a lot of mixed signals about the school. According to the state, we are so bad, so broken, that they need to wipe everything out just to "fix" us to their standards. Now, I understand, the school needs to follow certain guidelines and standards.
But are we really that bad?
Because of this threat, my school, naturally, has developed a reputation within our district. A bad reputation. The worst reputation.
But are we really that bad?
Earlier in the year, our district was honored for having exceptional AP scores. Nimitz had the most students show up to receive honors.
But we are the worst?
During football, baseball, whatever games, we excel both in effort and spirit.
But we are the worst?
Our faculty has been honored, again and again, for their exceptional teaching and grace.
But we are the worst?
Our students, despite being beaten down, again and again, have stood tall with one another. We have been here, for each other.
And yet, we are the worst?
I complain, day after day, about my school. I hate how disorganized it is. I hate how communication sucks within the walls.
But despite these trivial flaws, I wouldn't have it any other way. Being a Viking is so much more impressive to me than any Tiger or Cardinal.
I would like to join with Ms. Malone in commending us on our behavior last night during that crisis. We all felt the fear, the pain, and the apprehension together, and I think these moments of grief bring us tighter together. And that in itself is staggering.
Stay strong, Vikings.
The Senior Walk was full of emotions, but what I admired most was how interlocked we are as a class.
We, the senior class of 2014, have stuck together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have prayed together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have succeeded together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have hurt together.
We, the senior class of 2014, have conquered together.
For those of my readers who do not know, our school has been threatened by the state to be reconstituted. However, throughout the year, I've received a lot of mixed signals about the school. According to the state, we are so bad, so broken, that they need to wipe everything out just to "fix" us to their standards. Now, I understand, the school needs to follow certain guidelines and standards.
But are we really that bad?
Because of this threat, my school, naturally, has developed a reputation within our district. A bad reputation. The worst reputation.
But are we really that bad?
Earlier in the year, our district was honored for having exceptional AP scores. Nimitz had the most students show up to receive honors.
But we are the worst?
During football, baseball, whatever games, we excel both in effort and spirit.
But we are the worst?
Our faculty has been honored, again and again, for their exceptional teaching and grace.
But we are the worst?
Our students, despite being beaten down, again and again, have stood tall with one another. We have been here, for each other.
And yet, we are the worst?
I complain, day after day, about my school. I hate how disorganized it is. I hate how communication sucks within the walls.
But despite these trivial flaws, I wouldn't have it any other way. Being a Viking is so much more impressive to me than any Tiger or Cardinal.
I would like to join with Ms. Malone in commending us on our behavior last night during that crisis. We all felt the fear, the pain, and the apprehension together, and I think these moments of grief bring us tighter together. And that in itself is staggering.
Stay strong, Vikings.
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