My name is Christopher. I’m 17, I’m a Starbucks aficionado, I want to be a diplomat when I grow up, and I read the newspaper every morning. And through it all, I’m a Marist student.
Even though you may have read my bio on the opening browser, I figured I’d still start out describing the meaning behind my Marist experience; if you’re going to be reading about my life for the coming months, some background would probably be helpful. Because to me, Marist means community. Just like with any situation, people have different backgrounds, different opinions, and different experiences that make them see the world differently, yet any visitor to our campus automatically notices students who take to heart our very Marist values each day: discipleship, trust in God, ardent love of neighbor, hospitality, inclusion, and service – just to name a few.
Because it seems that no matter what the circumstances, Marist students are welcoming. We are a community, and especially this year, in my last year, I appreciate that familial environment more and more each time I drive on campus. I’ve talked to people I’ve never really gotten to know before, I’ve greeted teachers in the hallway who have never had me in class before, and I’ve made an effort to be a part of every arm of the school. The time is running out to make the most of not just the experiences, but the people around me.
Last Saturday, for example, I went to my first cross country meet. It’s been six years, and I’ve never once gone to campus to see my fellow classmates struggle under the heat of the sun. Maybe it’s the Atlanta weather or the early mornings or the possibility of sweating (you see, I just don’t do “sweat”), but I’ve always avoided those meets, and I didn’t want my Marist experience to simply pass by without attending at least one. And so, I woke up at 9:00, drove over to Marist, and I will tell you – I wish I had discovered the fun and fellowship sooner. I went on the trail, cheered on my friends, and talked to kids from other schools whom I’ve never even met – and through it all, don’t worry, I didn’t sweat.
As an actor in the school musicals, I often hear the same story: seniors who attend their first play and regret never going beforehand, but there’s just so much going on that you can’t do it all. People often say Marist is the campus that never sleeps. Well, although at any high school sleep can sometimes be hard to come by, the Marist body is truly always moving. From sunup to sundown and beyond, students are always given the opportunity to do something, to meet people, to enjoy life. And so goes the Marist experience. So much goes on that, as I said, there’s not even time to see everything our school has to offer, and in my last year, I’m trying to soak all the Marist spirit into my skin before May 24 comes along. We’ve got a long way to go, but time goes by quickly when you’re having fun. It’s unfortunate, then, that the past few weeks have been so much fun..