Column: A learning experience – Web Exclusive
Janie Simonton | Staff Writer
But now, we really are. Graduation is nine days from today, and college a few short months after that. There’s no summer homework, no tolerance of obnoxious classmates, no boundaries.
Before we grasp that moment in the sun, however, I, for one, would just like to thank Mason High School for all its lovely faculty has taught me. Yes, you heard me correctly. I’m not trying to be a suck-up and brown-nose my way to another cord at graduation; I’m being serious. I’ve learned so much more here than just how to calculate a correlation coefficient from my TI-83 or that “who” should be used where “he” could be, and “whom” for “him.”
No, I’ve learned that instead of picking up the fallen batteries of a graphing calculator, the appropriate response is to look at the victim and say matter-of-factly, “That’s not good for those.” I’ve learned that happiness is a warm puppy and that it’s a great day to get better. I’ve learned that the A2 teachers are some of the most intelligent in the school, the B2 teachers are best friends, and the B3 teachers would all but lay their lives down for their students. I’ve learned that the “Big 5” is less of five concrete rules, but more of a few general topics with twelve or so stipulations each. I’ve learned that having a homeroom teacher who likes to buy donuts is one of the best surprises on Wednesday mornings, and that once you befriend Hans or Mr. Popplewell, you can’t pass either without receiving a “Hello.”
And I know that these things are specific to me, but I can believe that there are few who will join me at the Cintas Center at 2 p.m. on May 29, 2011 without taking with them a few tidbits about 6100 S. Mason-Montgomery Rd upon their departure. Because this was all a learning experience, after all. Right?