The spirit of the school now, and for the past 102 years holds us together.
The complaints, moans and groans of the students have been paused.
To be cliche on purpose: we're all in this together.
Every time a tragedy strikes Poly, the school feels closer than ever.
I'm the last one to say Poly is perfect, and I often am quick to express my hatred of much of the system.
But one thing I know is that I love the Poly community.
Jackson Allan, I've spoken to you maybe 3 times in my entire life, but I've prayed so hard and used all of my 11:11 wishes on you. Please recover soon. We're all pulling for you.
Gabriel Blanco, I know this is a hard time for you. I love you, Gabriel. You can always talk to me and I will listen, don't feel like you have to hide your emotions. Ever since I first met you, you've been an important part of my life and always will be. While you can run away from Pasadena, you can't run away from your problems. Your friends can help you, please, please let us at least listen to you. I can't stand to imagine that you're hurting, you're like a brother to me, or at least a close cousin.
Tragedy struck my school this weekend, Jackson's critical condition rocked the whole school, while Gabriel's sudden disappearance touched only some of us. It's hard to keep moving when all of a sudden the world stops then attempts to restart before you're ready.
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