High School Student Assembly Week 3: Kayla Douglass & Chris Hobert

Every Friday the Waldorf School of Garden City High School gathers in the student room for the weekly Student Assembly. Most Student Assemblies consist of (1) an extended speech by a senior on a topic of particular interest to them, and (2) the recitation of a poem, either existing or original, by a junior. The Senior Speeches and Junior Poems are a rite of passage for Waldorf students and are a required part of the high school curriculum. This series of articles seeks to highlight their efforts.

c-holbert Senior Speech: Chris Hobert

On Friday October 7th Chris Hobert delivered his senior speech highlighting his unique experiences as a Waldorf student. Chris began at the Waldorf School of Garden City in Nursery. He explained that although it is sometimes hard to articulate what makes his school so special,  he believes that “[The Waldorf School] is a hidden gem.” He especially appreciates the way Waldorf education is tailored to the life stages of the students and how the arts are incorporated in all subjects to develop more creative thinking capacities. He explained that, “…this is key because the world has too many followers” and needs more independent thinkers. Chris concluded by expressing his deep gratitude for his education and the part it played in making him the person he is today. At this time, Chris is interested in studying Sports Management in college. Good luck Chris!

Junior Poem: Kayla Douglassk-douglas-2

Junior Kayla Douglass also took the podium on Friday to deliver a poem. She has been a student at the School for 5 years and was excited to share her favorite poem with her peers. Her selection is below:

A Life-Lesson: by James Whitcomb Riley
There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

 

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