by Thomas Falcucci
BHS News
Let me just set the scene: The sun is shining. As we approach the school we circle around an island. The island is the first thing to welcome us with its green well-kept vegetation, its thoughtfully placed floral arrangements that encompass two bushes, and its school sign that’s small enough not to draw attention away from the vegetation and yet legible enough to show you that you’re not lost. The bus comes to a stop. We step off and walk toward a school that not only is constructed as a home for learning but also to please the eye. As we enter the doors open with ease leading us to the main foyer. Each tile glimmers white with the light from the windows that cover all the walls. Ahead lays a hallway with students art covering the walls. The myriad of colors from the photographs, paintings, and whatever other praiseworthy pieces of art, are alluring. Students stroll orderly through the halls in a pleasant din, leaving their backpacks outside the class before they walk past their teacher who greets them at the door with a smile. We move down the left hallway toward two doors; our path illuminated by lights that morph into the ceiling unseen. Through the two doors, lay an auditorium with state of the art lighting and sound equipment above a stage that faces the three hundred seats. We sit down in seats that form around us as if we were on our own personal cloud, making the desire to watch a performance that much greater. A man takes the stage, walking towards the microphone that awaits him at the front of the stage. He greats us: “Welcome to Manchester-Essex High School.”
