“Sing a Song of Hon-” Can you please repeat that?

“Sing a Song of Hon-” Can you please repeat that?

I’m sure that most students, note that I say most, are expecting to go to their graduation ceremony with their heads held high and planning on walking up on that stage and shaking the hand of the principle and receiving their diploma. We expect it to include a moment where we all throw out caps in the air and laugh about finishing in a school that took out a good portion of the students.

Yet, even after getting close to graduation, I don’t really want to go any more. Not only because some people took it upon themselves and decided to change OUR without consulting anyone outside their “clique,” but because it isn’t going to be fun any more.

Half the people I know, don’t feel like going to the ceremony because they believe that it isn’t special at all. It is indeed mainly for those “Ivy League” students, but who cares? We all knew it was going to happen. And the fact that our tickets, which should have been four, has been changed to three and at an almost last minute decision really dampers my plan on bringing my grandparents also.

And why did we change OUR alma mater to a different tune and changed a bit of the lyrics? What happened to the sincerity of at least asking your class if you wouldn’t mind changing it? What happened to the original alma mater written by Mrs. Anne McIver, the original vocal music teacher? Is it because some new guy comes in and turns the choir into a barely audible, not understandable, and a crappy dance crew says he wants to change it? Or is it because a few students believe its their right to change the alma mater that has been in our school since it was founded because they didn’t like it themselves?

And shouldn’t they have noticed that if it was truly okay with the class, wouldn’t we have appreciated it and sang along? But we didn’t we argued the fact until Ms. Short stepped in and acted like she was in charge. If I didn’t know better I thought Ms. Felton was the person who called the shots. And what is up with this bull shit about asking Mr. Slattery and Ms. Barone about changing th alma mater? Hell, none of the teachers knew they were changing it, why would our Principal and Vice Principal change the alma mater and not tell anyone?

(Said with Much Sarcasm) Of course why should I complain? It’s not like I’m important, right? Like those people who decided to change the song even though only a few people in their “clique” like it. It’s not like I’m part of this class and I have a say, nope, I’m just there to look good and fill up space like the other 100 students in the auditorium. Go right ahead, sorry for stepping on any toes. (End of Sarcasm)

Even though I’m pissed off as hell, I will still probably go to the graduation ceremony just for my friends. Not because I want to walk across that stage or get that diploma, or because it’s what all seniors look forward to. It’s solely based on the fact that I’m doing it for my friends and family.

Still, I wish we didn’t have such an attitude of independence in our class, it just ruins the little amount of cohesiveness we have so far. And in actuality, I’m going to do my part and bitch and moan about it now. I wasn’t going to, but changing the alma mater of a teacher who helped me through these four years. I’m highly disappointed in my class.

Ms. McIver taught me to love music for what it is, to annunciate words, to put the music first before anything. She didn’t teach me to make the music pretty with dance moves or anything, she taught me to listen to the music, not dance to it all the time.

I don’t care what the majority of people think, only the certain few who could hold a candle up to my face and speak and argue their points cohesively with properly annunciated words.

- Jed

Just my two cents on the situation, since what I say doesn’t matter.