1974 Quill - The Opening

 

Enid High School, an important part of our city, students, citizens of Enid, Oklahoma. We are not confined to the walls of E.H.S. The community play on us, and we play on the community, and through this interaction we come to be what we are… Plainsmen.

 

But what am I? What is an Enid High Plainsman? I am not merely an empty container waiting to be filled, sealed, stamped with my diploma and then rushed to market where my new-found knowledge is sampled by society. I have become more than just of thinking organism, kept alive only on my diet of chemistry, algebra, and American writers. I have become myself’ and individual, and a general pain to those who plan my schooling in advance. I am myself. I object to conformity.

 

What am I?

 

Sometimes I see myself as a cartoon character caught up on a page bound by thin black lines holding me in, holding me together, I am a dot pattern of everything past, present, and future. My words come up out ff my mouth and fill little speech balloons above my head to be read or to be ignored.

 

Sometimes I see myself as just being alone for the ride, one face in the page of a yearbook. My insignificance becomes apparent as I look around me. Then I see myself as a part of something bigger, a part of my surroundings and I see that life is where the flowers grow, and that the soul nourishes them through Faith and Hope; that never will come a day without love. Life is passing, but it is real for the moment.

 

And so, I see the world as the best place of all for such things as making the fun scene, making the love scene, making the sad scene, singing low songs, having inspirations, walking around looking gat everything and smelling flowers, just generally “living it up.”

 

I see myself being educated, but at time I learn nothing. I see myself being educated, and at times I think I’ve learned everything.

 

But I do learn, not only the basics, but more who I am, what my purpose is; things no book can tell you, no teacher can teach.

 

I’m here. So what? I adapt to changes. Some things I can change, some things I can’t, but that I am here, at this moment, no one can deny.

 

I am friends. They keep me alive in this insane world. They build me up, let me down, love me, listen, and talk. I could not exist without them. Not here, not anywhere.

 

There are many facets of life at E.H.S., mine is the challenge to participate in them. And when they’re all over, I look back, I was here. This was my year.