J.E.B. Stuart Traditon a lost cause ( That is my High School)
Now that my high school career is almost over I find myself looking at my school and viewing my school with a newly keen eye. I have learned a lesson that one can only observe with time. Mourn for traditions lost in the face of change for if we change our traditions we lose our identity, reason and rhyme.
This did not become of great importance to me until the time I become a senior and comparatively old as when seen with my lunch friends. I converse with freshman regularly and am flabbergasted to learn the old middle school had eliminated Shop Day. Shop Day was not it's name. I do not remember what it was called. The name has faded from my memory. Seventh grade was so long ago. The day was something one could never forget. Eight graders sold what ever their imagination could conjure in Civics and the rest or the grades bought them or paid for an interesting service. The food was delicious and aroma was in the air.
The day gave way to fear. Fear of robbers, fear of food poison, lead this day to a slow death. First, no food was allowed in my seventh year of school, and in my eight it was scraped altogether. The classes who inherited the school don't know what the day is, and when I describe it, I come across as crazy to members of 2005. I know think that we have sacrificed tradition for safety even thought risk comes with whatever we do. Thomas Jefferson once said those who would give up freedom and tradition for safety deserve neither. We need to preserve the days we still have before they fade into times darkness forever.