Belated entry below, my apologizes. Finals have been eating away at my free time.
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The freshman class of 2010 were cheated out of a true first collection in the amphitheater in the fall because it was raining. One of our classmates, Lisa, arranged a re-doing of first collection in the amphitheater. We all sat in the dark listening to Jim Larimore’s speech (which sounded like a commencement speech for sophomores) and 16 feet sing the alma mater. And when we all had our candles lit, it became infinitely more magical. Especially when you look around and realise you know almost everyone in one fashion or the other; they aren’t strangers but people you’ve had “moments” with. Intimate or not.
I like the comfort of being at the bottom of the hierarchy. We’re kind of babied and spoiled by the upperclassmen who are always there to give us advice. Now, we have to be knowledgeable ones for the incoming freshman. Sophomores rule the school. It’s all the sophomores who have the leading roles in all the organizations. For example, the co-presidents of all the intercultural groups are sophomores. The managing editor of The Phoenix will be a sophomore and same for the editors of the section. I am going to be the lead editor of Ourstory since the seniors are graduating the junior wants to relieve herself of the work.
We shoulder the responsibilities. On the one hand, it’s wonderful that we can gain all this experience early. Nothing is as easy as it seems. We get to shape the school. On the other hand, it requires putting a lot of time. I’m terribly excited that I can be one of the hands to mold the school for the future.
But for right now…let me finish my 2 papers and 1 take home exam :/
