Interlude- I Have a Dream Too
I have a dream that one day our school will rise up and live out the
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day in the cafeterias of Mohonasen the Varsity football players and the 1337 Yu-Gi-OH players will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even Room 22, the domain of anger management, the haven for the scum of our school will be transformed into an oasis of humor and intelligence.
I have a dream that teenagers of every clique, fashion, fad and group will not be judged by the color of their hair this week but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day in the main office, with its hypocritical administrators, with the principle having her lips dripping with the words of standardization and regimentation - one day right there in the main office the wiggers and late arrivals and the honors kids and Key Club members will be able to join hands as as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every bathroom shall be unlocked, and every
Auditorium seat shall be bolted firmly to the ground, the LGI shall be used for something useful, and the cafeteria doors to the outside shall remain forever open, and all the female hall monitors and study hall advisors shall die in the same fiery car accident.
Let freedom ring from the basketball hoops of the gymnasium. Let freedom ring
from the thick glass of the newly built pool.
Let freedom ring from the stage to the walls of the auditorium. Let
freedom ring from the walls of the band wing.
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Attendence Office suspension room.
Let freedom ring from the shelves of the library.
Let freedom ring from every classroom of our school - from
every classroom.
Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow
freedom ring - when we let it ring from every lunch table and every backpack,
from every tile and every brick, we will be able to speed up that day when
all of God's children - jocks and goths, preps and punks, metalheads and Emo Kidz, intellectuals and, well, everyone- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the classic rock masterpiece “Baba O'Reilly”:
"Don’t cry, don’t raise your eye. Its only teenage wasteland."
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day in the cafeterias of Mohonasen the Varsity football players and the 1337 Yu-Gi-OH players will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even Room 22, the domain of anger management, the haven for the scum of our school will be transformed into an oasis of humor and intelligence.
I have a dream that teenagers of every clique, fashion, fad and group will not be judged by the color of their hair this week but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day in the main office, with its hypocritical administrators, with the principle having her lips dripping with the words of standardization and regimentation - one day right there in the main office the wiggers and late arrivals and the honors kids and Key Club members will be able to join hands as as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every bathroom shall be unlocked, and every
Auditorium seat shall be bolted firmly to the ground, the LGI shall be used for something useful, and the cafeteria doors to the outside shall remain forever open, and all the female hall monitors and study hall advisors shall die in the same fiery car accident.
Let freedom ring from the basketball hoops of the gymnasium. Let freedom ring
from the thick glass of the newly built pool.
Let freedom ring from the stage to the walls of the auditorium. Let
freedom ring from the walls of the band wing.
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Attendence Office suspension room.
Let freedom ring from the shelves of the library.
Let freedom ring from every classroom of our school - from
every classroom.
Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow
freedom ring - when we let it ring from every lunch table and every backpack,
from every tile and every brick, we will be able to speed up that day when
all of God's children - jocks and goths, preps and punks, metalheads and Emo Kidz, intellectuals and, well, everyone- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the classic rock masterpiece “Baba O'Reilly”:
"Don’t cry, don’t raise your eye. Its only teenage wasteland."