Whining Overpowered By Shadle Park Pride
Whine, We are the whiners. We whine about the homework, we whine about the teachers. We can be heard whining about a zero hour class at 7:30 in the morning, and even our comatose state from a lack of sleep.
Even our most valiant attempt at whining as individuals can not overpower the distinguishing call of the Scottish bagpipe, symbolic of the unification of Shadle Park’s graduating class of 1999.
In September of 1995, we entered the vast network of halls at Shadle Park - some confused, lost and possibly even isolated. Members of cliques, computer techno junkies and Nordstrom shop-aholics, latte fiends and marching band members. Each separate shaft of color contrasting with another.
Yet slowly, one lies across the other, rows upon rows, interlocking and building upon each other. Through the triumph of winning and the heartache of losing, each separate hue of life at Shadle Park became one unified design, crossing at angles, sharp shades of gold and green, creating the unique array under which our class unites, the tartan of Shadle Park.
Together across the stage we will walk, with both trepidation and confidence at once. Behind us are the shadow of what we might have been, and ahead, the image of what we hope to be.