U.S. News and World Report, in an effort to stay relevant, likes to rate things. Given our current obsession with education, namely paying and preparing for it, colleges and high schools are an easy target. Normal people would be happy to have their school receive the ambiguously defined “silver medal,” but in Hanover it’s apparently cause for criticism.

According to Hanover’s resident pack of fools, our success as a school is determined by the fact that we’re all apparently very rich. Yes, that’s absolutely it: our parents all gave us the best brains that money can buy.

True, we’re not your average town, but we’re not all future Fortune-500 CEOs. It’s a little irritating to hear that I only have good grades because of my parents’ jobs, but I can’t imagine how much worse this is for the teachers.

I’ve had a fair sampling of public schools, and I have to say that the teachers at Hanover High are far better than the teachers at my past schools. However, by insinuating that Hanover’s success is due to its wealth, these people have bashed our teachers. Would Mr. Bonfiglio or Mr. Hackman be worse teachers if their students’ parents were maids or mechanics?

It’s a mark of how twisted our society is that while we’re the most affluent country in history, we’re still hypocritical enough to believe that we’re edgy and cool by railing on the successful. Rent, a musical glorifying the starving artist and deriding everything done for profit, is a multi-million dollar franchise that’s had its logo plastered on every conceivable piece of merchandise.

Maybe it's just the American way; we root, for Seabiscuit while in reality we’re War Admiral.

Chrismahanukwanzakkuh: The Holiday of Holidays (for the stores)

I walked into Dunkin' Donuts this morning to buy the same thing I always get: A #1 meal, with a large hot cocoa and two Sprinkles donuts, coated in sprinkles with every color of the rainbow. Instead, I received two Sprinkles donuts coated in sprinkles with two colors of the rainbow: red and green. I don't mind either color, in fact, red is usually my favorite color. It was the circumstance that pissed me off.

A few minutes later, I turned on the radio, and was greeted by "and a Happy Holidays to you," at the end of and ad. I turned my hot cocoa mug in my hand, and realized that under the classic "America Runs On Dunkin'," there was another well known phrase, that apparently no company has a copyright on: "Happy Holidays." I almost threw my cocoa away right then.

I am not Ebenezer Scrooge. I do enjoy Christmas. I enjoy Thanksgiving. I may not celebrate Hanukkah, but I have nothing against those who do. What really makes me angry is the commercialization of “The Holidays.” They are called HOLIdays because they are supposed to be holy. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Kwanza, and some of the newer ones, Chrismukkah, or Chrismahanukwanzakkuh, are not meant to be commercial hay days. If the commercial industry wants an excuse to have big sales on everything in stock, which sometimes aren’t even sales, just mark downs on prices after they’ve been marked up, then the industry can have mallidays. Just as the holidays are graciously scattered throughout the year, so can these days be. What I dislike is over a month straight of too much red and green, too much money being spent, even when people think they are saving, too much commercial holiday. The holidays are meant to be a time for family and friends, not to be taken advantage of.

I am quite outspoken about this. I even posted a rather inappropriate post on Facebook (http://hs.facebook.com/event.php?eid=6241268450 for those of you brave enough to face my wrath), ranting about extraneous Christian traditions, many of which are not even Christian, just stolen from pagan religions. A few hours later, a religious teenager from South Carolina messaged me, asking me to describe my anger, so that we could discuss it. I basically told her what I’ve written up above. She came back with a decent argument, that went something like this: “I agree completely, the holiday is way over-publicized. However, this publicity could be God’s way of converting more people. If a non-believer receives, say, a new iPod for Christmas, maybe she will think about why Christmas happens, and start going to church.”

I can accept that as a possible rebuttal. Speaking as a non-believing Christian (figure that one out), it is not the commercial industry’s job to convert people to religion. And also, many people are introduced to religion, like myself, and then choose not to believe, because of many reasons. And if we have chosen not to believe, a new iPod has very little chance of making us believe again, especially as we get old enough to understand that Christmas gifts are no miracle, just our parents being really nice to us.

I think that the commercial industry should back off on Christmas. I have no problem with them making a few sales around the right time, and even hanging some “Happy Holidays” signs up a few days before Christmas. But taking advantage of customers for a full month in advance, and reminding us the holidays are coming so many times that by the time they do arrive, we’re already sick of them, that I have a problem with. Of course, as annoyed as I am at the big stores, and some of the little ones, I also see myself as a bit of a hypocrite. The only reason I add “Christian” onto non-believing is to take advantage of the plentiful holidays.

MERRY CHRISMAHANUKWANZAKKUH, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Senior Class

Last week in Common Ground we all received a nice letter from our Principal remarking at how wonderful the senior class is. While we all appreciated the letter and the sentiment, the rest of our Common Ground was open season for hating on the seniors. Even some of the seniors were getting in on it. The main argument, it seemed, was that the seniors this year aren't really seniors at all. We don't push people around, we aren't big and scary like seniors past, we're basically old juniors who are still in the school. 

Maybe it's the college woes or the new school that's got us down, but this years senior class is, quite frankly, lame. I have to admit it, we just aren't that strong of a class. Take us individually and we seem amazing. We have contortionists, scholars, nationally ranked athletes and even a few actors. But together, we're just a big group of people. If you ask a senior about that girl in our class who just got into Yale, the common answer is: "Who is that? Is she even in our grade?" No one takes the time to go out of their social holes and really figure each other out. Ever since 8th grade the only common theme I can see in my own class is that we're all in a rush to get out of Hanover, and in the process all we've done is alienate ourselves from one another. We have, arguably, the most cliquey grade in the school, yet we are supposed to be the most mature out of the entire student body. The only time people unite is when they rally to exclude other people, be it from their tables in the atrium or saving chairs in the auditorium or even not picking up their phones when certain people call. I've been there, I've seen all of this happen. Everyone is so exclusive and in their own worlds. The very same people who whine about wanting to go to college so badly do things that are, honestly, really "high school". John Hughes would have had a field day with the 08's at Hanover. When we aren't inebriated we just talk about getting inebriated or complain about some aspect of life in the Upper Valley. I say we because I have to include myself in this assessment, I am just as guilty as the rest. Sure, on the first day of school we all wore those red shirts. But if you stopped and looked at where everyone was sitting and who they were actually talking to, was it really different? What should have been a fun rallying point turned out to be a glorified uniform. 

I guess what I really want to say to the 08's is that we should spend our last year together really making something of it. Haze freshman, rather than each other. Let's actually get some ideas going for a sweet senior prank or something. Too long we've been defined as the grade that's too big. We need to make a name for ourselves. The 07's were the jocks, the 06's were alternative, the 05's legends. What are we? No one wants to be known as that grade that couldn't stand each other. So next time someone you don't know is looking for a seat in the auditorium or the next time you see someone sitting alone in the atrium, give them a chair. They're in your class, they're going through the same thing you are, why not get to know them, after all, we only have one more year.