I am a Sundevil. I grew up a Sundevil and I'll die a Sundevil. I'm proud of my high school. What I'm not proud of are my classmates.
My senior year, I was one of only 12 Sundevils. We were the few that attended Eldorado High School in the 07-08 class year. Everyone else attended El Dawg and were proudly maroon and gold bulldogs. Our football team, while the mascot suit looked like a Sundevil, barked and shouted, "El Dawg! You know!" while they lost nearly every game. Spirit Weeks became Dawg Days. The student body had effectively changed the entire school without altering its image.
Eldorado is not what it used to be. I wish I had had the chance to be a Sundevil in the heyday, when being a Sundevil actually meant something. You should be proud you got that chance.
Be proud to be a True Sundevil!
(Poet's Note: This piece is included alongside the preceding poem because they were written together, as part of an address made at the 30-year reunion of the Class of '79, my mother's graduating class.)
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoesieA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
