When taking a closer look at the amount of spirit a school has, it is not always prevalent when walking down the halls or driving past the reader board by the skate park. In fact, spirit is not necessarily something you see at all, but rather something you can feel. You can feel it in double over-time at a basketball game and in the over-crowded student section at a football game. When you strip down the word "spirit" and you give it an over-generalized definition, it hardly equates to the true meaning, which is the way you feel.
On Friday nights during football season, my friends and I like to arrive an hour early just so we can get seats up front close to the field. By the time the game starts, there are so many of us that we practically have to stand sideways in order to fit everyone. We have transformed from individual students into a sea of blue and green, ready to support our team — win or lose.
When I walk into Qdoba after the game, I see the entire student section squeezed into the booths, sharing seats or sitting on laps just so everyone can fit. Every table in the restaurant is surrounded with Woodinville High School students who are decked out from head to toe, waiting for our football team to arrive. Face paint covers our faces and is smeared on our clothing.
My throat stings every time I swallow because my voice gave out about seven minutes into the first quarter. I yell to my friends to come sit near me, and they laugh because I sound like I’ve caught laryngitis. This is where I feel spirit.
During our last sports recognition assembly, we decided to do something a little different. Usually we recognize each team via captains and have all the members of that team stand up in the crowd. This time we had all of our teams march into the middle of the gym floor while playing a song of their choice.
My favorite was the girls soccer team. They chose a popular song called "Teach Me How to Dougie," and they all came out onto the floor doing the "Dougie," which is a silly dance move that has been made up to go along with the song. This team camaraderie sent the students into fits of laughter, as these athletes attempted to strut their dance moves. I laughed so hard that my stomach began to hurt; I could feel our spirit growing.
Just yesterday, I met Don Mann, reporter for The Woodinville Weekly. It was a Saturday basketball practice, which means we start early. Don was there right when practice started, camera in hand.
We gathered in the middle of the floor and our coaches started our pre-practice talk, like every other day. Don stood outside the circle and listened intently. Our coach likes to ask us trivia about basketball quite often, and on this particular morning none of us seemed to know the answer to his question. Luckily Don sprouted his hand up and said "I know!" I could tell he followed basketball and he seemed like a fan. When we went into our first drill of the day I could hear his camera clicking as we went in for our lay-ups. We have not even had our first game yet, but I can sense Don’s anticipation. I could feel his support, and I think he could feel our spirit.
This being said, the spirit at Woodinville High School does not reside solely in our athletics. We excel in numerous areas, which demonstrates the passion we have for our student body. We do not need to be yelling loud enough to be heard in Canada, or posting glittery "Go Falcons" posters in our hallways in order to show our spirit. The amount of clubs we have at WHS shows how committed we are to getting involved in our school and our community. Our DECA club alone has 100 plus students who go to the regional competition each year, and 20 plus who make it to nationals. You can’t tell me that isn’t spirit.
Our National Honor Society contributes hundreds and hundreds of hours to the community each year, simply because we feel that we should give back to those who support us. Our Earth Club facilitates campus clean-ups frequently in order to keep our school looking nice, to express our pride and most of all to show our spirit.
Although it is true that spirit isn’t something that should be looked for, sometimes it goes unseen because we are searching for the wrong things and in the wrong ways.
There is no doubt in my mind that the spirit at Woodinville High School is felt, not seen. It is the students who build so much of the spirit, and therefore it is the students who feel it the most.
However, this does not discredit the numerous community members who contribute to the success of our school. These examples of spirit are only a small representation of the bigger picture.
Although we may not post the achievements of every student on the Northshore website or utilize our reader board to its full potential, it certainly does not mean that our spirit is nonexistent. The support we receive from our community, local newspaper and staff has been fueling our school spirit for years and will continue to help Woodinville grow in the future.
Maybe what we need now more than ever is the support of the Woodinville parents whose job it is to encourage our growth, rather than complain about our supposed underachievement.
Anja Trost, Woodinville High School senior
HARD TO GET ICE CREAM
Who is squeezing out Thenos Dairy? This is one of the few places you can still get milk from a real Washington state dairy in reusable glass bottles.
This is a family-owned business that sells delicious home-made ice cream. They have cheese, eggs, butter and fudge, too. This business has been in our community for years on the corner of Woodinville-Redmond Road and NE.124th Street — yes, that is where all the construction has been going on forever. It was formerly known as Vivian’s Pride.
They, not sure who, have taken away at least three ways to access this dairy. Access is now down to one way in and out, but you can’t go both ways out!
Where is our community pride in keeping this family business alive, thriving and accessible?
Joanne Hanson, via e-mail
Today, one of my neighbors up the street, someone I don’t know except for his brief first name introduction as he got back into his car, dropped off a package at my house that UPS had mis-delivered. Inside that box was my husband’s Christmas present.
Given how much of a hassle it is to have to try to track down a package delivered to the wrong address, and how angry and upset I would have been at the loss of something that I could not afford to replace, I would like to hold up my neighbor as an example of part of what community is all about: watching out for each other in ways both large and small.
This small act of kindness and consideration on my neighbor’s part left me with a significant reduction in my "Bah! Humbug!" quotient and a hope that I might be given many opportunities to pass on such neighborliness to others, whether close to or far from home.
Thanks again, neighbor! May your holidays be merry and bright!
Karen Cook, Woodinville
On Nov. 28, my daughter and I came off the freeway heading toward Top Foods. I put my blinker on to get into the left lane – turned around, checked to make sure it was safe and proceeded to the left lane.
The car coming was back pretty far so I knew it was fine to go.
All of a sudden the car sped up and nearly hit me. Then he made an obscene gesture and stomped on his brake. I slid within a hair of his bumper. Not only once but twice he did this. At that point I told my daughter to call 911.
We turned in at Top Foods and realized he was there so we turned around to leave the way we came in. He was in front of us again. He abruptly stomped his brakes and got out of his car, punched me in the face and said some nasty stuff.
When the police got there the crazy guy said he didn’t do anything – but I had a witness. The police said they would write an incident report. I asked if that was it? Woodinville police department could do a much better job. This is the second time the Woodinville police department has failed me personally.
People have to realize our government works for us. Our police department works for us. Our pastor and priests work for us. Our school teachers work for us. We the people — our tax dollars.
Sherry Harper, Woodinville