Sometimes, like today, I have the most despicable days when I come home learning I failed two tests and lowered my grades for my failure to complete assignments. It’s like reality spins me off, constantly, pushing me to another place in time when none of these grading means don’t matter.
I feel like I want to cry these days. Like I can barely walk into the home of beloved, aging parents. Like I can barely honestly feel good after praying to gods.
But there are so many aspects of Monta Vista that truly define my shape and order. Monta Vista High School, 7 classes a day, 5 days a week. Excellent clubs, DECA, honor societies, Future Physicians, volunteer clubs, etc. I’m in all of this. Sweet, dedicated teachers that actually notice your sleepy, depressed face, and actually ask you why you hold such a saturnine genteel.Countless hours, tears, words, shame, happiness, anger, love, felt on every single person who attended the school, bless the kid pulling an allnighter so he can keep up with the many AP classes he knows he pledged he’d handle, bless that girl who really gave it her all and motivated everyone else to focus on their dreams. Monta Vista truly does push everyone…the unfocused, the focused, they all merge into one. Countless opportunities, countless significant figures that have walked out of Monta Vista, and have come back to walk down those steps by the C-building where they learned to persevere in their math class, or visit the library where they spent a weekly 6 hours for DECA study sessions to define their character.
Monta Vista is challenging, but has so much to offer for the long run. Should we shed a tear now, it’s all a happy afterthought. A home away from home.
This is why MVGMH.
- “Alliance,” MV Sophomore