I started Ross in 7th grade after attending an all girl’s Catholic school in New York City. As a 12 year old, I arrived to Mrs. Crane’s class overworked, uninspired, and a pretty lousy student. Maybe it was the boys in the classroom, or it could have been Mrs. Crane’s somewhat endearing bipolar personality, but I think everything changed for me on Maya Day. I started to like going to school. In my seven years at Marymount, I’d never woken up excited for the day. I mean, what other school devotes an entire day to the Maya, and even encourages kids to play a game where the loosing team, historically, is sacrificed? I remember the entire grade crammed in Mrs. Bisardi’s room cheering each other on playing Maya Bowl. When Jordyn won it all, no one