Note: this article will not be funny. It's not about McDonald's (sorry). I don’t necessarily have the capacity to be sentimental and make people laugh at the same time.
I wanted to write this piece as a tribute to the amazing team I’ve gotten to work with on Thursday Detention. It’s a miracle to me that at the end of a nightmarish senior year, a few lovely souls continue to spend 10 or so hours a week creating funny content for the school. It is such a wonderful group to be a part of — unlikely, but generative, silly, and creative. We’ve spent many late Wednesday nights wondering if the issue will be done in time, wondering if the emails will send to the right places, wondering if anyone really reads it anyway. But somehow this act of sending funny content into the void has filled me with so much appreciation for my grade at Westridge and for the comforting sense of place I’ve found here.
In some ways, it really did take me until this year to feel like I wasn’t a new student, and I think Thursday Detention, this absurd way of giving back to Westridge, was what made that possible. I want to thank our incredible, patient, understanding artist who manages to transform our wacky ideas into 2x2 images, our writing team composed of seniors from all different friend groups who came together over our shared love of dragging our school, and our faculty advisor who reminds us not to get ourselves expelled every so often. You have transformed my approach to writing and the way I will remember high school.
With so much love,
sos
I wanted to write this piece as a tribute to the amazing team I’ve gotten to work with on Thursday Detention. It’s a miracle to me that at the end of a nightmarish senior year, a few lovely souls continue to spend 10 or so hours a week creating funny content for the school. It is such a wonderful group to be a part of — unlikely, but generative, silly, and creative. We’ve spent many late Wednesday nights wondering if the issue will be done in time, wondering if the emails will send to the right places, wondering if anyone really reads it anyway. But somehow this act of sending funny content into the void has filled me with so much appreciation for my grade at Westridge and for the comforting sense of place I’ve found here.
In some ways, it really did take me until this year to feel like I wasn’t a new student, and I think Thursday Detention, this absurd way of giving back to Westridge, was what made that possible. I want to thank our incredible, patient, understanding artist who manages to transform our wacky ideas into 2x2 images, our writing team composed of seniors from all different friend groups who came together over our shared love of dragging our school, and our faculty advisor who reminds us not to get ourselves expelled every so often. You have transformed my approach to writing and the way I will remember high school.
With so much love,
sos