Sunday 31 January 2010

Dedication

Dedication

My heart's making frequent oscillations between thrill and fear of late. One beat brings a face, a name up to my head. And for that moment, my impressions, memories and hopes for that being lingers. It manifests slowly, creating a future that nears tangibility, wavers on the edge of realism. Then the next beat - the sensation is washed away, a new ripple forms in my mind's ocean, a new identity takes its place. The process repeats over and over, forming a storm that throws my thoughts into torrential torment and tribulation. 


The campus has had a large amount of vibrant sound and melodic colours resonate through its hallways and rooms. Posters had sprung up over the course of hours on Monday, and more followed behind soon after. Messages and taglines screamed across the walls, and the videos that were broadcasted on canteen screens took on their own hypnotic, drilling tone. That time of the year is here again - Student Council elections.

A number of Year 6 councilors I talked to shared my perception: It's a hell of a year to run in. The quantum leap in publicity standards was apparent, especially after our respected veterans had decided to juxtapose their posters from past years alongside the flashier newcomers. Our ideas took form effortlessly, shaped into pictures, initiatives, rallies and air fresheners in the excruciatingly finite span of seven days.

Still, my mind posed me with a question that I find fear in answering - what happens next? The eleven from each house continue with a grueling journey, but what of the remaining? Is this where our actions find their conclusion, our care the end of its life? Are we going to let this energy we built up since an epicly memorable orientation diminish? Or do we continue to feed that momentum with constant attention and volition, working hard to serve because, rather than in spite, of our place as a student?

As beautiful as our passion for service can be, as much our expressed love is appreciated, our chances are only limited by each other. We may impose the guise of a competitor onto a fellow candidate. The contrary offers a much more apt identity - these are fellow Dunmanians who have felt a calling to care, to serve and to lead. We have all seen each other sweat for this aim, all while putting in our very best.

This is why this note is dedicated to all those that generate and manifest dedication. Those that spent days upon hours thinking, executing and hoping. Those that have adjusted schedules in order to pursue our purpose. Those that love Dunman High.

Best of luck to all candidates and servants in campaigning - because we have all made an impact in our school community.