You know, when we were at BHS no one ever used this word. It was never heard anywhere. (Then again, we didn’t have valedictorians and baccalaureates either. Nor did we have “Naviance” programs to monitor and hector us and follow us around. We also would have shot ourselves first before putting on an ID sweatshirt.)
A few years later someone tried to hang some pitiful plastic banner with that word off of the Boys Gym so that people driving down Glenoaks could see what they thought Burbank High stood for. Probably the Mormons.
But it was only a stop-gap move. It looked ridiculous to see this King of the Deadly Sins trumpeted about in such a stupid way. We all laughed. It kept falling down and we thought that was it.
Btw, notice anyone working solitary in that video? Like maybe studying? Or thinking and pondering alone? Nope, it’s all top-down organization crap with uniforms. Everything’s a well-controlled team, and it’s immensely oppressive.
The Man has his gotten tentacles so far inside these kids that they’ll never get loose, if they even know to. The bad guys have won. Death is soon to come.
Compare. And look how great the old campus looked. It was so relaxed there it was almost genteel:
May the people that destroyed that old campus rot in hell. It’s become quietly accepted by now that tearing down that old 1920s site was a tremendous mistake. But few will ever admit it.