Renerra uploads: #2
Hey everyone (and by everyone I probably mean Sfé)!
Looks like it's time for part 2 of Renerra's prologue (about 500 words this time).
Previously: We began the first part of a news article about Renerra. In it, two random people gave their contradicting thoughts on the place, and we heard the founder's philosophy. The article continues below.
Now:
Prologue (part 2/4)
In the days leading up to the school’s founding, the country debated whether or not he could pull it off. Sure, it all sounded nice-almost utopic, in a way-but would it actually work? After all, utopias have a long history of failure. Regardless of where people stood on the issue, one thing was certain: everyone’s eyes were on Renerra.
In its first year of operation, Renerra rolled along on training wheels. Even Hainley, it seemed, wasn’t audacious enough to leave a group of teenagers to figure things out in a remote location without providing some initial guidance. For one year, Hainley and a team of respected educators and forward thinkers watched over the students, helping to get the ball rolling. With their charges’ input, they selected a group of students that they believed would be capable of guiding the school and preventing everything from devolving into chaos. Chief among that initial cabinet of youths was Edward Holt, a charismatic boy of fifteen who would go on to become the first head of Renerra.
Holt, who has a relaxed and slightly rakish manner that masks a sharp wit and ambition, spoke with the assurance and poise of someone much older. His rise to prominence was one of those happy confluences of person, place, and incredible luck that come together every so often to create something magical.
He was everything Hainley could have hoped for. Seemingly possessed of an effortless grace with the media and a strong dose of natural leadership ability, Edward Holt played a vital role in convincing the country that this crazy plan might not be so crazy after all. The truth was, America loved him. There was something about him that grabbed people, an alignment of looks, humor, and just the right amount of edge that proved to be magnetic.
Fortunately for Hainley-along with the approximately 200 students that attended Renerra in those first few years-Edward Holt proved to be as good of a leader as he was a spokesman. With the help of his fellow cabinet members and a system of student support that extended from enforcers of discipline to the janitorial staff, Holt successfully led the school through its transfer of power. With authority now solely in the hands of the students, things had really begun.
The rest, as they say, is history-and remarkably well-documented history at that. A constant stream of media attention bathed the school for years. Reporters, camera crews, and phone interviews became an accepted part of the students’ daily lives, as everyone searched for the seeds of disaster. Though the commuting teachers and periodic inspectors were the only sources of official supervision, the eyes of the media were always upon the students, and they took their roles as performers to heart. If there were any cracks forming, no one let them show. In all appearances, the experiment was a success. Enrollment increased, the gossip died down, and everyone prepared to accept the unimaginable: Reginald Hainley was right.
Previous entry: Prologue part 1
Looks like it's time for part 2 of Renerra's prologue (about 500 words this time).
Previously: We began the first part of a news article about Renerra. In it, two random people gave their contradicting thoughts on the place, and we heard the founder's philosophy. The article continues below.
Now:
Prologue (part 2/4)
In the days leading up to the school’s founding, the country debated whether or not he could pull it off. Sure, it all sounded nice-almost utopic, in a way-but would it actually work? After all, utopias have a long history of failure. Regardless of where people stood on the issue, one thing was certain: everyone’s eyes were on Renerra.
In its first year of operation, Renerra rolled along on training wheels. Even Hainley, it seemed, wasn’t audacious enough to leave a group of teenagers to figure things out in a remote location without providing some initial guidance. For one year, Hainley and a team of respected educators and forward thinkers watched over the students, helping to get the ball rolling. With their charges’ input, they selected a group of students that they believed would be capable of guiding the school and preventing everything from devolving into chaos. Chief among that initial cabinet of youths was Edward Holt, a charismatic boy of fifteen who would go on to become the first head of Renerra.
Holt, who has a relaxed and slightly rakish manner that masks a sharp wit and ambition, spoke with the assurance and poise of someone much older. His rise to prominence was one of those happy confluences of person, place, and incredible luck that come together every so often to create something magical.
He was everything Hainley could have hoped for. Seemingly possessed of an effortless grace with the media and a strong dose of natural leadership ability, Edward Holt played a vital role in convincing the country that this crazy plan might not be so crazy after all. The truth was, America loved him. There was something about him that grabbed people, an alignment of looks, humor, and just the right amount of edge that proved to be magnetic.
Fortunately for Hainley-along with the approximately 200 students that attended Renerra in those first few years-Edward Holt proved to be as good of a leader as he was a spokesman. With the help of his fellow cabinet members and a system of student support that extended from enforcers of discipline to the janitorial staff, Holt successfully led the school through its transfer of power. With authority now solely in the hands of the students, things had really begun.
The rest, as they say, is history-and remarkably well-documented history at that. A constant stream of media attention bathed the school for years. Reporters, camera crews, and phone interviews became an accepted part of the students’ daily lives, as everyone searched for the seeds of disaster. Though the commuting teachers and periodic inspectors were the only sources of official supervision, the eyes of the media were always upon the students, and they took their roles as performers to heart. If there were any cracks forming, no one let them show. In all appearances, the experiment was a success. Enrollment increased, the gossip died down, and everyone prepared to accept the unimaginable: Reginald Hainley was right.
Previous entry: Prologue part 1