High School Highlights

Isaac Fox, Staff Reporter

As a graduating senior, I won’t be returning to high school. That’s strange, but so many other things are strange right now that it kind of disappears into the background. 

It seems like an appropriate time to reflect on my high school career. It’s been pretty great, and I don’t say that just because I’m writing this for a high school newspaper. 

In ninth, I joined our marching band. I’ve played clarinet since fourth grade, but marching band was something new for me at that point in my life. Marching band involves a lot of time repeating and perfecting, and just sitting there and sort of playing, like I did in elementary and middle school band, wasn’t an option. However, between the social aspect of it and the joy of the activity itself (when you don’t hate it all the way down to the bottom of your soul and swear you’ll never do it again), the practice pays off. I really couldn’t march or play my freshman year, to the point where “freshman-year Isaac” remains a standard of stark, unrelenting lack of skill in LD’s marching band. I enjoyed it, though, and continued to march and play through high school. 

A lot of my school activities have been music-based, especially this last year. I participated in spring musical (in the pit, because no one, not even me, wants to see me try to sing and dance). Much like marching band, musical is a lot of time and a lot of ups and downs. On one particularly delightful rehearsal night, when everyone was already pretty tired and the show was, inevitably, pretty rough, some hidden Moses brought innumerable plagues down on the unfortunate pit, ranging from gnats to technical difficulty to a dog bite. But in the end, the show was great and (mostly) a lot of fun. 

I also played in District Band this year, where the director received a plethora of gifts. Someone would pass an object to the person next to them, who would pass it to the next, until eventually it was passed up through the band and placed on the director’s stand. I have no idea where most of these objects came from and have to assume that they were purchased beforehand, predestined to be gifts. The director’s name was John Zarco. Thank you for your time, John Zarco, but whatever kind soul generously gave you that coconut and that hammer wanted you to open the coconut, and I will never understand why you didn’t do it. 

There is no explanation for this. Absolutely none. 

I’ve also written for The Falcon Flash for the last two years, and I’m eternally grateful for the opportunity to practice my writing and learn some more specialized journalistic skills. My favorite story is one that I wrote for this year’s fall edition, in which Anna Given and I reviewed the school’s water fountains. The joy that came from making fun of that water did not make up for the horrors of drinking it. 

In this time of sitting at home and wishing I was at school, I’ve really enjoyed reflecting on these weird, happy memories. I hope that my fellow Falcon Flash staffers and I might inspire you to do the same. I also wish all of you a happy whatever-comes-next, whether that be college, the work force, or more high school.