A few days ago our niece was scheduled to be in a talent show at the high school. Being three people with two cars (wow, there’s another of those first-world problems, right?) I was driving Ann in to work so I could attend the assembly.
The skies were crisp and clean and piercing. As we headed west, the sun was just warming the top third of the Wellsville mountain range.
It was pretty spectacular (almost as much as was the company).
When I arrived at the school, my sister was watching out for me in the auditorium. We sat right up front in the middle of all the students.
As the lights began to dim, I could see that the room was filled to capacity. Without warning, everyone was on their feet and I was thrilled when everyone in the audience stood, loudly and clearly pledging allegiance to the flag.
No one had to be asked, or begged, or shamed into it.
It was obviously just a part of how they did things; part of who they are.
There was moment when I noticed the principal standing in the doorway – but he’s the only adult I ever saw.
The student association directed the program, gave announcements, invited everyone to the party after the ballgame, and told us all what a RAD time it would be.
I was blown away at the talent. For the next hour we listened to singing, rapping, piano and guitar playing and watched dancing, juggling, glow-in-the-dark yo-yos, and an excerpt from the upcoming school musical.
That would have been enough to keep my attention.
But the performance wasn’t the thing that we all needed to watch closely.
It was the natural behavior of the students themselves.
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