Personal Narrative: The Seneca High School Community

You drive into the parking lot, a wide field to your right, and you lay your eyes on the forest green roof. Students and potential are flowing through the doors like water through a floodgate. Coffee cups in hand, the drowsy students begin to perk up as they make eye contact with their peers. This is the Seneca High School Community. You finish paying for your ticket and walk into the bleachers for a Friday night football game. Your eyes fall on the fan section called “The Bird’s Nest” and see the massive crowd of painted faces and FatHeads of players staring back at you. The Bird’s Nest was full of everything- eager students, countless tutus, and an extensive feeling of pride. This is the Seneca High School Community. You stroll down the main C hallway downstairs while the students are in various classes. Students solving problems, stopping to assist their peers, and speaking Spanish are all throughout different classrooms. This is the Seneca High School Community.

Doors are held while smiles are exchanged despite the early hour. I smile at a student I have never seen before as we walk through the doors together. For the past 67 school days, I have shared a smile with a different student before the first period bell rings. Another student comes along after me, but they do not smile or hold the door for their peers. Of course not every student has this attitude of the Seneca High School Community; however, these students who lack this outlook are the minority. As everyone enters through the same doors, memories from middle school are reminisced as the bonds of friendship strengthen. Expressions of how tired they are are exchanged with chuckles and sighs. The collection of Seneca students who are kind enough to smile or hold doors radiate with a sense of belonging. Even at this early hour, the Seneca High School Community shares experiences and enhances its