A New Addition!

Out of date, rusty and constantly in need of repair, Alvarez’s beloved stapler has finally been retired. In its place is a brand new eco-friendly stapler, bought specifically for the classroom by his wife, Tracy.

The old office supply was a hindrance to the classroom – causing anxiety for history and journalism students alike. It always failed to staple papers together, which did happen to be its only job. It survived years of battery and was even recently stolen.

Sick of constantly having to borrow a stapler from others, Alvarez finally invested in this fine piece of equipment, which he has skillfully labeled with his name. Copious amounts of tape was used to brand this item, however it is for good reason. There will never be any confusion as to whose stapler it is, and if it is ever missing it will be easy to find.

Although the tape is contradictory to the fact that the stapler is eco-friendly, the stapler itself is a huge improvement, not only to the classroom, but to Alvarez’s well-being.

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The Old, The New, The Better

After attending Catholic preparatory school for the past two and a half years with a number of my closest friends, I never imagined I would have transferred to a quite liberal, low-key school with such a relaxed environment.

Because of the many negative experiences I had at such a strict and old-fashioned school, I decided that it was necessary to make a change in my academic life.

One of my best friends and her older brother advocated highly for the school they went to; Ojai Valley School. Sounds like some tiny, boring school in the middle of nowhere.

Boy was I wrong.

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The second I arrived on campus for an interview with admissions, I was taken aback by the breathless view from the top of campus.

Not only can you see a majority of the Ojai Valley, but as I looked around I noticed the extent of beauty around and on campus. Horses grazing among the green, lush hills, the large and obviously eco-friendly solar panels that consume the top of a hillside, and the relaxed social environment.

Boring? Too small?

Absolutely not.

Intuitive, environmentally aware, fresh, clean, warm, friendly.

These are the words I would use to describe this new school I call home.

 

School Dances and Ghostly Trances

At OVS, Halloween is celebrated in a unique way. Although boarders don’t necessarily go trick or treating, through the Halloween dance and spirit days, festive spirit is present.

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Day students are able to go home and celebrate Halloween in a more standard way, whereas boarding students get to spend their time at school. At the dance, people dress up and show off their costumes. On the day of Halloween, costumes can be worn to school.

On the other hand, boarders spend Halloween night in the dorms. That can be fun, spending the night binging on scary movies and eating a ton of candy. However, there’s something special about being outside on Halloween night, with spine-tingling stories being told and that spooky feeling in the air.

It’s not really explainable, but all those stories about witches and goblins, haunted houses and the curses that come along with them – it all seems so real on October 31st. Maybe it’s just me, but on that one night, the air seems like it’s buzzing with ghostly presences, just waiting to be discovered.

Weekends

Although I chose to go to a boarding school, it’s still nice to get away on the weekends. I’m friends with day students, as well as dormers who live relatively close by, and on some weekends I get invited over to their houses.

Because weekends here are more confined than a standard weekend at home, it’s nice to get off campus and spend some time in the real world. Sometimes a few days packed with fun, and sometimes a few days spent relaxing, these weekends are much-needed, and very rejuvenating.

Living far away, it’s not possible for me to go home on the weekends. I miss all my friends, and aspects of where I live. In spite of not being able to experience home regularly, I have other places to make up for it. Having friends whose houses I am able to go to provides a homey environment, which is comforting.

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When so much time is spent in an environment so different from what I’m used to, it’s calming to enjoy a few days in a real house. All in all, weekends are a time to rest after a packed week, and, if possible, it’s nice to vary what happens.

Chocolate or Vanilla?

“There comes a time in life when you have to make a choice. Of course, these times are not rare; however, some are far more difficult than others. Deciding what ice cream flavor to get becomes easier with time- it was a lot harder to decide when you were 6 than it probably is now. All choices become easier with time and a bit of perspective.”

That’s the last thing I wrote in my journal (if you call it a diary, I will find you, and I will typewriter you), and I’ve decided that instead of finishing it there, I’ll continue here. I’m trying to achieve a sort of trust between myself, my work, and you, the reader. Whoever you may be.

Writing about your own personal feelings is a gamble, especially at this school. Lately, I’ve felt like everything I say, not just around school officials, but also around friends, is judged and is unsafe. A lot of trust is being breached, and before almost everything I say, I have to make a choice, and sometimes it becomes extremely hard. The choice is whether or not I will share information with the friend, and how it will affect our relationship, and how it might hurt me if he/she told someone else.

Why do I have to be faced with this choice every single time I talk to someone? Is that the ideal community that was pitched to me when I applied here? I guess every big family comes with problems, but I never knew that I would have to feel so regulated. Everything said seems to have to go along with the rules, even in private conversation, and that’s honestly terrifying. Even writing this is a risk- will I get in trouble for expressing my feelings? I guess that’s a gamble I’m willing to take.

Now, I am faced with a really big choice. I’m not going to articulate what it is, because I know teachers read this, and I really don’t think they want to know about my personal life (assuming they’ve figured out who I am). But what I can say about it is that it will make or break me, if I let it. I’m stuck in a mind-set that it will break me, and I know that I need to get past that and find the strength inside of myself to say I’ll make it through no matter what I choose. But I guess that wouldn’t make it the hardest choice.

I’m trying to get some perspective on this choice, but every angle, every new piece of information just makes it harder. Maybe I have to stop over complicating it and just choose. Wish me luck, I guess. May the odds be ever in my favor?

Ignore that. One Hunger Games reference is too much.

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Not to be Taken Lightly

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Isn’t it weird how you can think yourself into a bad mood? You can spend all day talking about happy things, and putting off a “put together” front. But in reality, the way that you talk to yourself when you’re all alone is what counts.

People are on medication to get out of the very real and dark place that depression is. And on websites like Tumblrevery other post seems to be about how depression is cool and interesting. I think that as a society we should focus more of our attention on things that grow us as humans. Depression is a very real thing, not a trend.

As someone who has had the fortune of never being in that dark of a place, I sympathize with people who are, or have been. I think that these days depression is a trend. Why is that? Why are teenagers trying to act in a way that a lot of adults spend years trying to fix?

Just a Practice Run?

That 89 percent that could have been a 90 percent is not going to matter to you in five years, believe it or not. I can’t even fathom how often the sentence “but it will look good for college apps,” is heard yearly on a high school campus. Are these four years what define us as humans? I sure hope that’s not the case because I’m so much more than a percentage.

High school is such a small portion of our lives when you really think about it. These four years are all that matter to you right now, but are they all that’s going to matter in ten? What about when our kids go to school? Will that B- you got in geometry matter then? We work so hard to be judged by our performance rather than our person.

What are schools teaching about being a good human? What about how to do our own taxes? Nope, sorry that’s not taught here. I can recite the Pythagorean theorem basically in my sleep, and tell you the difference between an acid and a base; but what about the values of honesty and kindness? Isn’t this all a practice run anyways? Aren’t we being trained for “The Real World”? I’ve only been told that exact statement once or a million times.

Kids these days are on anxiety medications for the amount of stress they’re put under. We run ourselves into the ground for what? To be judged some more? We are expected to put our education before personal health. It is not asked, but expected. We must do whatever it takes to succeed.

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Dress Code Controversy

nullComing from an art school where one could come to school with bright pink hair and an abundance of fringe on their shorts, Ojai Valley School was quite a culture shock.

Although understandably more conservative than my previous school, I still believe that this school takes the importance of dress code too seriously. The impetus for dress code is often girls having to dress a certain way as to not distract any members of the opposite sex.

The fact that this is a large cause for dress code is the worst part about the rule, for it is shaming. Females shouldn’t have to alter themselves for the convenience of males. All in all, not only are the motives behind our dress code a controversial point, but it prevents everyone from wearing certain articles of clothing they love!

 

My Surprise Visit

My boyfriend plays water polo, and his tournaments take him all over the state, country, and even the world. Last Saturday, a tournament took him to Santa Barbra, 45 minutes away from Ojai. Because Ojai was on the way home, he got to stop by and visit me.

He coordinated with my roommate, texting her constantly, asking for directions and making sure I was in the optimal position to be surprised. He told me that he couldn’t stop by because his little brother was sick and needed to get home. This was not a lie – his 8-year-old brother was sick, and my boyfriend had to go through a lot to get his mom to let him visit.

I was sitting outside the office when he pulled up. I was in tears as I ran up to hug him. However, as I let myself relax into the familiar embrace, I was wary of my back and surroundings – scared that we would be broken apart because our hug would be deemed “too long,” not obeying the “quick hug hello or goodbye” PDA rule. I pulled away too soon, and warned him of the rule. Confused, he agreed, and handed me a huge box of presents. I thanked his mom and she drove off to get food with his little brother. My boyfriend was now on campus and did not have a way of getting off for at least 2 hours. Of course, this did not register with either of us as a problem.

We headed up to the girl’s dorm lounge – everyone was hanging out there – boys, girls, so I thought it would be a good place to spend time. We entered and I introduced him to my friends. We sat down in the chairs and began to talk about his games that day, until a dorm parent walked in. I could tell from the moment she saw him that something was wrong. I instantly reviewed what we had heard in the handbook review session, and what I had read about visits. The only thing I could remember was “weekday visits are not encouraged.” He wasn’t trying to sign me out, so I decided that there was nothing that could be wrong.

She took me aside and explained that visitors need to be registered by my parents, and approved by the headmaster. I told her that it was a surprise visit, and she told me we would have to stay within her supervision at all times. We stayed in the lounge, clueless of what to do, and followed her to and from dinner, during which we sat quietly and tried to avoid anyone seeing us. The dorm mom had warned us that he could be asked to leave at any point, and he had no way of doing so. At one point, he tried to jokingly pat my back. Terrified someone would see him touch me, I slid over a seat and commanded him not to touch me.

We followed the dorm parent back to the lounge, where we again sat awkwardly and waited for him to leave. Finally, his mom arrived, and the only second I got to show him the school was when I escorted him to the waiting car. After a fast, tentative hug, he was off. That was my magical surprise visit.

I asked why he wasn’t allowed around campus with my friend and I – abiding by the 3 person rule. It was explained to me that they didn’t know who he was, so it was deemed unsafe for him to be let out of a teacher’s sight. Although I do understand this rule, I still don’t think it goes along with the motto of the school, integrity of life. Everyone who goes here was accepted into the school after being carefully reviewed by a committee. It was decided that we would be trusted by the school, and I believe that this goes along with trusting who we are associated with. With all the rules imposed on me during that short visit, I felt as though the school did not trust me to make smart choices as to whom I associate with. And that makes me ask myself, does the school really trust us? Do they believe that we are living with integrity? Do they think we are capable of bringing someone on campus that will be a danger to the community?

After the visit, my boyfriend expressed that he felt like he visited me at a hospital, and this did not surprise me.

Does the school trust me to make the right choices in friends? Or do they not believe I will live with integrity? If not, then there are some serious discussions that need to occur.

O Swell

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O gee willikers mister. Today on the magic yellow dragon with wheels I had the privilege of traveling to lower. It was so nar. As I jumped in the clean pool the water greeted me with a warm embrace. It was swell. After mingling and speaking to my fellow OVS students I went on the greatest walk I’ve ever been on. A magic bear appeared before me, it said “ if you could have one wish would it be.” I simply replied “ I wish I wish I was a fish.” After that I wish came to true I turned into a great black fish whom was able to swim the seven seas.