|JSA: A Crucial Moment
||[Dec. 1st, 2005|11:10 am]
The JSA community for Marlborough High
I totally forgot I had shoved this into VHS. It basically sums up JSA :D|
The beat of the music was overbearing, but I didn’t notice. I was more focused on the world I had suddenly been thrown into. While my classmates argued whether or not Sadaam Hussein and “my bedroom” could be described as delicious, I was recalling the day’s events. It all seemed very blurry, but the more I was able to concentrate, the better my thoughts became. Was I really here, doing this? Had I broken out of my shell at last?
Snow hit the windshield of the yellow monster as we barreled down the highway towards Danvers. The November sun, if such one existed, was nowhere to be found. Instead, a grey hue was cast over everything, making it light enough for me to read my notes. A debate. I had actually signed up for a debate. I should not have been that nervous; I was a natural born speaker, after all. Somehow, though, speaking in front of one’s elders is about three thousand times less stressful than speaking in front of one’s peers – which was exactly what I was to do the next day.
Just as the leather seats became less offensive to sit on and the coffee and coca had begun to warm us, we were thrown out into the cold again. This time, though, a hotel was waiting for us. After I had stowed my stuff away, I headed to the nearest bathroom to change. Looking back, I had no idea who the girls I was rooming with were. They all seemed very foreign to me. Our crowds just didn’t mix. Now, I was beginning to learn about them all, bit by bit.
I had been completely thrown out of my comfort zone, and I made no effort to turn back.
Six hundred students assembled in the main conference room, and every single one of them proceeded to fall asleep. Listening to the keynote speaker was obviously not a prerequisite, especially not at nine in the morning. It was refreshing to see an entire room yawn at the same time, no matter how professional one looked. I could already feel a bond forming.
I was on a field trip without limits. I could choose where to go: what debates I wanted to see, what thought talks I wanted to join, and what people I wanted to sit next to. We were all clearly in a student-run organization. All of us got a chance to say what we wanted, and a few of our tempers rose through the roof. Even with all of this, the rooms remained surprisingly composed, as everyone was polite enough to respect each other’s opinions. I had never seen such an acceptance like this.
I fell in love that night. After all of the debates, discussions, and general meetings, everybody was welcome to change back into street clothes for an evening in Boston. Riding in was surreal; I could hear someone proclaim that the city was where they were meant to be. The harder I looked, the more I found myself becoming enamored with Boston. The lights of the city welcomed me, and I embraced it with the enthusiasm of a small child. I was spellbound, not knowing where to start, and having even less of a knowledge of where to end. The streets were ours for two glorious hours.
I began to decipher even more about my classmates. I had never realized that these people could be so accepting, and found myself in a circle of people that could easily become my close friends. We were already acting the part, anyway. Snow glazed the sidewalks as we walked back to the bus. It was absolutely glorious.
That is how I ended up on the floor by a coffee table, playing a game I had learned that day. The beat of the music was still strong, but was muffled by the slow melody of the grand piano behind me, and the laughter of the people before me. Smiling, I had realized I had finally found a place; for once, I was sure of where I belonged. Somehow, for once, it all felt right.