V-I-C-T-O-R-Y THAT’S OUR WARRIORS' BATTLE CRY!!! (Every game day you could here this up the halls.)
If you read the blogs before you will know that high school sucked!!! It sucks for everyone no matter who you are, watch Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion. I went to a very small school. I graduated with 17 people and the entire school, Pre-K – 12th grade, there were only 256 students enrolled. I grew up with my class and about 60% were like brothers and sisters to me the other 40% can go f*** themselves…with love.
Like I said before, starting around 8th grade, I was beat up at very least once a week. The principal dismissed it as “boys will be boys.” Half the teacher’s knew nothing! I learned the hard way in college that all the money my parents invested in my education was a waste. The only correct things I learned were in English, Spanish, Gym, and my favorite, History.
After graduation, I was done with that school. I kept up my Christian character for 14 years, volunteered at every event held by the school, went to all the home games and had school spirit. I always make the best out of everything, and with the few friends I had, I had a blast even though it sucked. The school did absolutely nothing for me or any other student. The school itself was selfish and truly did not show the students care or love except for a few teachers.
I held so much animosity toward the school. I felt after all we put into it, we got nothing out of it. Senior year 4 of my friends were expelled a month before graduation for a fight they were involved in the previous July. We were punished for the class ahead of us and were not allowed to go somewhere cool like Florida, but we were stuck with white water rafting in West Virginia. It rained the entire time. Rain is much more enjoyable in Florida than it is in West inbred Virginia.
There were 4 teachers who were amazing! You knew that they loved you. Mrs. Clee our English teacher was our class advisor and our advocate. When we were beaten down by other teachers and students, she would march right into the situation and handle it. She would put the opposing team right in their place and in return we would do our homework. Mr. Eller was the cool gym teacher who you could joke around with and ask him any question you wanted. He answered every question no matter how off the wall it was, even the question “Do you think Snow White was easy because she lived with 7 men?”
Then there was Sra. Seltzer our Spanish teacher. This lady had more school spirit than anyone in the joint. She danced to the beat of her own drum. She would talk to you for hours on end. She always had a kind work and always led you in the right direction. Lastly, there was Mrs. Del, my favorite teacher. Because of her I became a history buff and studied history education in college. This woman was amazing!!! She had a way of teaching that made everyone in the class understand. Nobody was ever failing her class. She pushed you with all her might and made you use what potential you had. She and I became very close of the years. She and her husband were like family to me. Sadly Mr. Del passed away not too long ago and she still took the reins and handled the situation perfectly.
It has been 9 years since I graduated and in those 9 years the hate kept building inside me. My school was also attached to my church and I love my church always will, but 2 years ago I moved to another church for my own sanity and spiritual growth. All my cousins on my mother’s side go to the school and it hurts me to see the same injustice done to them. I love my family more than anything in the world and I finally had to remove myself from the jurisdiction for my own health. I still visit for events and sit with my family for major holidays, again I have no problem with the church itself, but some of the people make me see red.
Well last week I went to my old church to be with my mom on her birthday and it was so nice to see all the friends and honorary family members I have there. Well at the evening service they announced they were closing Victory Christian School at the end of the year. I don’t know why, but I instantly started to cry. I was so happy that finally this may lead to some healing that so many students and alumni need, but I was so sad because my favorite teachers were now out of job in these rough economic times.
I called my old classmates and cousins to spread the news, and we all seemed to share the same opinion. We all hated Victory. It literally broke us. It was cause for celebration, but even though we all generally felt this way we still cried with each other over the phone, because we did have some really great times and we made some wonderful friends there. For being as young as we are (27) we literally spent almost half our life in those two hallways. I personally was given a special reward at graduation for being the first graduate in the (at that time) 25 year history of the school to complete Pre-K through 12th grade. That is 14 years of good times and bad times and next year I turn 28 and that means I literally spent half my life in this school.
I am torn with sadness and joy over this matter, but the time has come. Victory has run its course and maybe it’ll get its faults in order and reopen one day, but for now let the healing begin.
RIP Victory!!!
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