Would you recommend attending Beverly Hills High School if you had the choice? Why or why not?

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Anonymous, Parent of student at Beverly Hills High School

I do not recommend BHHS. We are caucasian and in the minority at this school which has been a difficult adjustment for my son since he grew up in the midwest.

Anonymous, Student, Beverly Hills High School, Class of 2015

I know this isn't a conventional answer to your question, but this is how I say yes in my own way. Below is the graduation speech that I wrote that was selected to be read at my graduation this year.

Graduation Speech: Our Time by Reese Brucker

In Ernest Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises,” Robert Cohn asked Mike Campbell “How did you go bankrupt?” to which Mike responded “Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.” “Gradually…then suddenly” is how I got here on this stage with my fellow graduates of 2015. Four years of high school loomed in front of me as I sat in Mr. Hiatt’s Period 1 English class Freshman year. Yet, it seems, in the blink of an eye here we are.

Today we graduate and it is real. I know this isn’t a dream because I’m not 7 inches taller, or dating Dominic Perlman and Greer won’t be able to help me with my homework. I could never have dreamed this up, representing my class and speaking to you today. It’s ironic, and a little cruel, that many of us spent our time at Beverly planning for the future, though now that it is here we are grappling to come to terms with leaving. I would be lying to myself and to all of you if I didn’t say that I would miss it here.

I’ll miss picnicking at Roxbury Park with friends, the same park where I was one of three girls on my little league team coached by Dan Leib, Jonathan Prince and Mike McAlister.

I’ll never forget the Snapchat of Jarvis dancing with joy in Azusa Pacific’s locker room after our Varsity Boy’s Basketball team beat Corona del Mar in the CIF Championships.

I’ll remember falling off the Salter stage while portraying Psyche, head over heels for Cupid, but getting right back up and playing it off as if never happened… or so I thought.

High School has made us very conscience of time. It has proven to us how suddenly time can fly by. How minutes become seconds as you’re taking a verb mastery test in French class. The nanosecond it takes Iris or Margo to hang up on your mom after she fabricated an elaborate excuse to remove the 3% penalty from your Jupitergrades. How quickly a migraine can form after the record amount of fire alarms or Mr. Moroacia’s daily “GOOD AFTERNOON EVERYBODY.”

Beverly has also showed us how slow time can feel. How long it takes for Monday to gradually plod towards Friday. The time it takes for the line to move at Starbucks before class so you can buy an extra venti with hopes that the record shows that you were there at 7:00 no questions asked. How long it took to graduate up the levels of the front lawn. As freshmen we knew to sit under the tree, as sophomores we seized the steps, as juniors we crept to the ramp and as seniors we finally got to enjoy the nice shade of the building on the top level. We end our time here back on the front lawn as we get ready to graduate and move on to eat our lunches somewhere else.

Some of us will never leave here. Some of us will leave and come back. And some of us, after tonight, will be gone for good. Regardless of where we end up, our experiences here are part of who we are; Norman blood runs through our veins.

Doctor Vincent always makes a point to tell us during our pre-show pep talks, “Tomorrow is not promised. Say all of your sorrys and I love yous now.” And while I’m sure many of us perfected the art of procrastination during our time in these halls, why procrastinate when it comes to the important stuff? While we do have our whole lives ahead of us, why let regrets build up gradually? Remember we have the power to close the tab and to stop watching “Friends” on Netflix. We don’t need to apply the five-minute rule before replying to that text from that guy or girl we like! NO MORE GAMES BEVERLY.

We stand before you filled with excitement and reservation, readiness and apprehension. Wanting to slow down a bit before we jump to this new adventure. Wanting to appreciate and relive the memories of the gradual moments that are now complete. Suddenly we are the graduates, thinking so often how this event seemed so far away and now it is here and now it is us suddenly.

So as we move on remember when something is at the end of its run it always feels sudden. Though we can’t control the passing of time, we can choose how to live and appreciate the precious moments of it.

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