This week I asked myself, what will the legacy of the first ever EMIS students be?
At this point, it is difficult to imagine the EMIS experience different to how I, and my peers, experienced it; as a new school without any preconceived system or notion. However, years from now the school and the culture within its walls will be unrecognizable.
Our struggles, laughs, fights, joys, complaints and experiences may be lost to the fullness of time. The story of EMIS’ first generation could be lost. But is there a way for us to leave a permanent memory behind?
This Saturday, 24th of October, our history was forged. A small group of EMIS students partook in the Hakfar Hayarok march; a village wide event involving all other Hakfar student groups. EMIS was proudly among the participants, but this was almost not the case.
The students in question probably would have preferred to work on homework, sleep or simply take the time to relax. They certainly deserve such luxuries in a time when their education has become exceedingly demanding. Why then would they wake up at 9am and spend 3 hours of their time marching across the Hakfar fields?
It is simply that within these marches, activities and group sessions that the EMIS culture is born. The group walked fearlessly, singing songs, laughing, dancing, but most importantly forging a community.
The students of EMIS are busy people, there is no doubt. It is hard to convince anyone here of the importance of walking with other students when an essay breathes down your neck. The need to succeed as an individual is far more prevalent within the school, each student fighting day and night for the grades they value. What value could they possibly find within a march, an activity?
Perhaps as we chain ourselves to our desks and our textbooks we forget the value of the school which first inspired us. It was never its exemplary prestige, or educational esteem that drew us to it. It was the experience; an experience which can be easily missed.
It is easy to forget that while we take our grades with us, it is this school which we leave behind. It is the history we make, embodied in the culture we created for it.
At the Saturday march, this culture was forged. It was the forging of a tradition. This will be our legacy, and how it will be remembered.
Our lives as students do not begin when we have graduated or when we have begun a career. We are living now.
This we can never forget.
During the march, the efforts of Niv Isaac Bahr cannot be forgotten. It was him who impetuously attempted to wake up the EMIS students for the march. No simple task.
Furthermore, he is without question the leader and architect of our school activities. Without him, the chants of the marching group would have had no voice.
Lastly, I would like to implore the school body. There is much to do, this we all recognize. However, there is a community, a bond, a history to create as well. The whole student body has a social duty to itself. It cannot stand idly by. The group which marched was far too small. Is that how our campus will be recognized; a select few, unmotivated and powerless?
Written by Carlos Sevilla
Edited by Sofia Arthurs-Schoppe