it's a Sunday afternoon and I'm here, speed-typing this down, because i feel an urge to share a controversy that has been bugging the back of my head for the past week: school.
For a week, I’ve been working for the intrinsic sake of creating beautiful work that matters to me and to others, which In my opinion, feels far cooler. If the situation would of worked otherwise, (as I've seen happen before) I could have fallen into ambition, taken unethical choices, or--what would be even worse--miss the whole point of what I'm doing even as I'm doing it. So, in that case, why even do it?
- when focusing on the smoothie business -
Being part of the Human Resources team, we took our role extremely seriously. Along with C. Hines and Karen, we planned ahead, created and tested a system to figure the best working dynamic for future employees, stayed at school the day before to measure, cut and bag-up the two fruit combinations, recollected all materials for the stand and even took some extra time to make it look pretty. Finally, we turned the speakers on and were ready to power-work for a full 40 minutes where we sold (yes!) more than 80 smoothies. And, if 80 seems like a lot, hold on cause people asked for more; I couldn't have been happier with the results!
- when competing -
Personally, I think the magic behind ICC's thrill is the opportunity it gives to students of all grades to shine at what they do best, to think creatively towards a common theme, to invent lyrics, to shoot more baskets than the prior year, to challenge each other and to GROW AS ONE TEAM.
Now, I have to admit that once my class finally rang the legendary ICC bell, the happiness I envisioned feeling was 1/3 "success theater", and even though in that moment I wanted to convince me wrong, deep inside I knew that we were not all aiming at the same type of victory. In that moment I sadly saw that many of my peers had fallen into the system, losing the whole point of the competition along the week. Some engaged in dirty confrontations, unnecessary complains and even faked spirit for the points; it was exhausting just to look at it.
In a brighter note, I think the reason why I still lived my last ICC to the fullest is because I didn't lose track of WHY I was there. One key anecdote that I will never forget was losing the cheer. As soon as the results where announced and I turned to look at my team, I felt crushed. It wasn't because of our score that I felt betrayed, in fact "losing" surprisingly bothered me very little in comparison to the reaction my team had towards "failure". What bothered me really was turning around and seeing my entire team crying their hearts out because we had lost third place against the freshmen and sophomores in our last year. And then there was me, and even though I obviously would of loved to win as well, I could not help being genuinely happy and still had no one to share it with!