The Article I Wrote That Got Me Yelled At by the Principal

The loss of the Senior Play

                We all fondly remember the days of filing into the auditorium and taking our seats to witness a group of seniors onstage poke fun at teachers and students alike all while telling some ridiculous story. We would see random sumo matches, “Mr. Kesey”, and even a banana run across the stage. This, the senior play, has been a rite of passage for graduating classes since the Stone Age. And now, suddenly, we, the graduating class of 2011, find ourselves without an outlet for our talent and wit. Something looked forward to since the days of being mere specks in the existence of York Catholic, something so treasured and revered is suddenly taken from us.

 When we ask why we are told, “there are too many people in sports, there wouldn’t be enough students..” or maybe the truth slips out with “last year’s class couldn’t seem to handle it..”.Well news flash! We aren’t last year’s class! Do not judge a son by his father’s actions. One class’s actions should not ruin it for the remaining generations at YC. And, if you must strip us of our happiness, at least have the decency to talk to the class you are depriving of the play. See if we can come up with a solution before you go to the extremes.

Not only did they disband the humorous senior play but they had the audacity to replace it with Our Town, a head nodding, eye lid drooping, fall asleep where you sit, number. They then take it a step further, yes further into the hole they have dug for themselves, by opening the auditions to all students in senior high… everyone. Our beloved senior play has turned into just another occasion to try to grab a quick nap. The fun times are over. RIP senior play.

When we ask why we are told, “there are too many people in sports, there wouldn’t be enough students..” or maybe the truth slips out with “last year’s class couldn’t seem to handle it..”.Well news flash! We aren’t last year’s class! Do not judge a son by his father’s actions. One class’s actions should not ruin it for the remaining generations at YC. And, if you must strip us of our happiness, at least have the decency to talk to the class you are depriving of the play. See if we can come up with a solution before you go to the extremes.

Not only did they disband the humorous senior play but they had the audacity to replace it with Our Town, a head nodding, eye lid drooping, fall asleep where you sit, number. They then take it a step further, yes further into the hole they have dug for themselves, by opening the auditions to all students in senior high… everyone. Our beloved senior play has turned into just another occasion to try to grab a quick nap. The fun times are over. RIP senior play.