Proud to be a Red Knight

Proud to be a Red Knight

As I sit here writing in one of UW-Madison’s quainter dining halls, I recall that at this very moment in time the lunchroom at BSM is abuzz with activity. It’s likely that my younger siblings are there, laughing and yelling, contributing to the cacophony of Red Knights perpetually present at lunchtime. Teachers that I’ve known seemingly forever are joking with the equally perpetual Miss O, who is undoubtedly brightening the day of anyone close enough to hear her laugh. My former Knight Errant writers, now editors themselves, are buzzing around the room, searching for interviews and the latest scoop. All is as it should be.

It’s been almost a year since I graduated from BSM, and though I absolutely love everyone I’ve met and everything I do here in Madison, a piece of myself still resides at Benilde-St. Margaret’s. A lot has changed in my life. I’ve made new friends, am taking new classes, and I am exploring a new city. Instead of waking up at 5 a.m. to finish an APUSH paper for Sr. Jeanne, now I wake up at 2:30 a.m. to strap on a rucksack and march. Yet, much has remained the same. I still strive to be the best person I can be every day, I still see Red Knights daily, and I still read the Knight Errant.

For me, BSM will always be home, largely because its teachers, coaches, students, and the general community have formed me into who I am today. Many people my age would be hard-pressed to come up with a definitive answer if you asked them to name a mentor. I had a plethora at BSM. Teachers at BSM strive to make you successful in the classroom, but their passion for their students’ successes in academics pales in comparison to the passion they display for having their students be successful as human beings. They don’t just try to teach smart kids, they try to build good people. And, they are very good at their job, a fact I recognize more and more everyday as my fellow Class of 2017 graduates continue to make their mark on our world.

I find it funny, and a little sad, when one of my college friends makes an offhand remark about how horrible high school was for them, or how they went to school with some student or teacher they couldn’t stand. I never had that experience. I guess I never really went to high school in that sense; I just spent an inordinate amount of time with my family. The BSM community is a huge, ambitious, loving family. I am proud to be a part of the family that yells “Nza Muranza” during Mass or belts out the Alma Mater at US Bank Stadium during the State football championship. And, I am certainly proud to be part of a group that exhibits so much love for each other and all of God’s children. I am proud to be a Red Knight.