It was an eerie, yet oddly comforting sight. The streets once lined with traffic were now empty and lined with pedestrians, outsiders to suburban living. Every time a phone is opened, a TV powered on, and a browser stimulated, the constant reminder of the count, the “frantic struggle,” and the fear is reintroduced. The rush created by society, for a moment, wasn't visible in it, as if it needed to hit the pause button all along, but the lost remote was a much farther reach than the coffee table. And so I drove, overwhelmed with contentment, enjoying the journey mindless of the destination, wondering if the community birthed by the pause will exist when the storm calms, and if the eye of the storm itself will cause a greater disaster. And as I observed the masses, a wave of irony brought back my consciousness. The societal issue of complacency, and of self isolation in an overbooked world was for that moment, healed by a disease.
Good Morning, Interim Head of School, Dr. Chen,, Board President, Mr. David Stewart,, High School Administrator, Mrs. Wade,, our guest speaker, Dr. Dale Meredith,, to the faculty, staff, parents, friends and to my classmates, I would like to welcome you to the Commencement Ceremony of the class of 2019. You passed by your middle school hallway in the fall of 2015. As you made your way to the high school, it was announced that your lockers would be the same ones you had in 6th grade. You were disappointed, yes, but only a minor set back, because you were finally a high schooler. You went to Hickory Hill completely unprepared, wearing everything but the class color you were apparently supposed to. You saw new faces, and old ones, and you were ready for the next 4 years. Within those first moments, you felt like high school would last forever. In a way this is all you have ever known. This way of living. Four years of complaining about walking up three flights of stai