Thursday, June 5, 2003


Riverside class much like a box of surprising chocolates

Sarah Couch
Riverside High School

Cheddar, Colby, Monterey Jack, Swiss, Provolone, Cream and Cottage. These are the name of my kids.

Let me explain. At Riverside High School, we have a mentor program by the name of Frosh Camp. This camp is made up of seniors, like myself, who donate time to help introduce the lost and intimidated freshmen into our school. The newbies are put into groups with senior “parents” and partake in a number of activities to make their transition a little less terrifying. Every group must have a name and, with a lack of suggestions, my freshman family took the name of my favorite food, cheese. So, for my senior year I guess I could be called Mother Cheese.

Now, I remember when the tables were turned and I was part of the incoming class. We, too, went through Frosh Camp and I don't remember anyone wetting their pants or crying and everyone survived. In camp we went through a series of activities to get to know one another and, beginning on that first day of my high school career and the 709 days to follow, I have discovered new and curious things about my peers. And over these four years I have decided that my classmates are a “box of chocolates,” because you can think you know someone, but with all the hormones “you never know what you're gonna get”.

That first day of camp, I saw a group of kids who were worried about nothing except what to wear the next day. Today I see young adults who are worried about the path they will take when they go their separate ways. But no matter where they end up or what they end up doing, the Class of 2003 will always be full of surprises.

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