Moment of Silence by Kevin Wang ’13

May 24th, 2013 | by hwareham

Good morning.

Most of you know my father as a teacher or colleague. I know him as the man who flew kites with me — who taught me how to swim, and how to ride a bike.

Every morning, including this one, for as long as I can remember, my father would wake up before me. He’d heat up a kettle of water and pour it into two mugs on the kitchen table — one for me, and one for my mother.

I sometimes gulp down the water in a hurry. Other times, I wouldn’t even notice it. My father has done things for me that I’ll never know — things he won’t ever be thanked for. We fight on some days and slam the door on each other, but next morning, I’m still going to see the same steaming mugs on the table.

I hope we take this moment to remember the people who gave us so much and needed nothing in return.

Let us be silent.

Moment of Silence by Jake Marley ’13

May 14th, 2013 | by hwareham

Good morning everyone.

Before I begin my remarks, I would like to thank all of those here at NMH who have helped me throughout this incredibly challenging year.

The question — how did you end up here? — has been asked of me many times throughout my career here. And the one real answer to that question for me is, my father. Not only is he an alumnus of NMH, which influenced me in coming here, but he is also my main supporter for attending school here.

My father is my best friend and my inspiration for everything in my life. As a kid I thought he was indestructible as he was a superhero dad. Obviously this wasn’t the case, which proved to be true on December 27, 2012.

It was on this day that he went into Lahey Clinic in Burlington, MA for a seemingly simple surgery to remove a cancerous tumor that had grown onto his left kidney. After half a day of surgery and numerous complications, my father was clinging to life and in a coma.

Since that day, my life has changed. I now pray every night. I no longer argue with my mother daily. And I always keep my father in the forefront of my mind.

The reason I wanted to share this story with you is because of two lessons that I have learned from this experience.

One: Look at the positives. Don’t consider what you don’t have but rather what you do have. For me this was really tough as all I could think about for a while was, “why is this happening to me?” Not only was this really selfish, as I wasn’t considering my family, but I also wasn’t looking at the good things that I should have been grateful for, like having known my father all my life. No matter how bad the situation is, you need to find the positives in it.

And the second lesson: Life moves on. Regardless of how terrible the situation is, life always moves on and things eventually will get better. Life has already begun to get better for me and my family; we are now closer than we have ever been before. This is part of the eternal gift that my father left us, our love for each other. Change is inevitable in life, but hopefully with these two pieces of advice, you will have the strength and love to persevere.

Let us be silent.

Thank you.

Moment of Silence by Natalie Kallay ’15

May 6th, 2013 | by hwareham

Now that I’m standing here, I just realized that I am exactly where I started about nine months ago: I’m counting, counting the days until I’m going to leave, but I’m not headed to NMH anymore; no, back home, back to my old life. And it isn’t easy. How much would I love to take this wonderful school back home with me and just wrap everything up and carry it all the way to Switzerland. No, it’s impossible, I have to tell myself once again. Instead, I have to leave my whole newly-built life behind, because “dreams are not meant to last forever,” right? But I could not have been more fortunate. The people, which is to say you, that I’ve been surrounded by all year long, have been incredibly inviting, lovely, and simply amazing. I still remember the first time I came here, how everyone was eager to help me out. It felt like I was accepted into a big, loving family, which I can now proudly call my own. At this very moment, everything just felt right and it reassured me once more that this place was where I wanted to be, where I wanted to spend my exchange year. And I have never regretted my decision since then.

Every day has been an adventure and I’ve lived through so many things, I cannot even put them into words. I have experienced a year, which has opened my eyes not only about a foreign culture, about independence, and the value of real friendship, but also about who I am and where I come from. I didn’t become another person; I stayed true to myself. But it’s my way of seeing things, my way of thinking that has changed. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don’t seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will ever completely understand. It’s these little things like 7 am workjob in the bakery, checking my mailbox every day, or desperate late-night studying with my roomie, that I will miss the most.

But in three weeks I will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still hold onto this world far away from me which I can call now my home. And somehow, in some way, I will hopefully find my place between these two worlds. NMH is truly a paradise and will forever hold a special place in my heart. It’s been an experience I’ll remember for a lifetime. And the reason why I’m standing here is to simply thank all of you. Thank you so much NMH for letting me spend the most amazing year of my life here, for supporting me wherever you can and for always being there for me. And as most exchange students say: It hasn’t been a year of my life, but a life in a year. I love you all and wish you only the best.

Let us be silent.

Moment of Silence by Regina Ledesma ’14

April 1st, 2013 | by hwareham

“Well, the Bible says so, and the Bible is irrefutably correct, right?”

 During a heated debate with a loved one about LGBTQ rights, my opponent defended his homophobia with the line I just read. Enraged, I was two seconds short of rolling my eyes. The trite Bible card was being played, and I could hardly restrain myself from retorting back “How about all the OTHER arbitrary rules and injunctions in the Bible? Do we need to follow all of them as well?” Instead, I impatiently asked him to cite the Bible passages that condoned his homophobia. Adroitly, my opponent, let’s call him Richard, pulled out his compact Bible and began searching up Biblical verses on Google. His main argument was that of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Some people believed that this story is about homosexuality, but it’s much more intricate than that. It’s about forcible rape on visitors and guests who have come into the city. If you’re not familiar with Biblical stories, I can sum that one up for you. Essentially, Sodom and Gomorrah were two immoral cities that God inflicted his wrath upon due to their sinfulness. Sodom was known for its denizens that practiced sodomy, the practice of anal copulation. Arguing that homosexuals in this city practiced sodomy and were then consequentially punished by God, Richard felt triumphant, resolute that he easily won the argument. However, I refuted his argument. Nowhere does it say that these were homosexuals; this fact is just assumed by those who are anti-gay. For all I know, it could be heterosexuals engaging in sodomy. Frustrated, Richard fell silent and collected his thoughts. His argument shattered, he had no response at the moment, and replied “It’s still a sin and anyone who engages in homosexual acts or advocates homosexual acts will go to hell, without a doubt in my mind.”
I processed this blow with disdain and restrained fury. When did he suddenly decide to be the arbiter of other people’s fates? He can’t empathize with the LGBTQ experience at all. Does he know what it’s like to hide in the closet, suffocating from the stale air? Does he know what it’s like to struggle being a devout and gay Christian, wondering how to balance spirituality and identity? Does he know what it’s like to run away into the frigid winter air, the wind slapping each of your cheeks simultaneously, your small body shivering with fear and anticipation, because your parents just disowned you? Does he know what it’s like to live in a heteronormative world where everyone assumes you’re straight before they even have a conversation with you and if you aren’t, you are an aberration? The answer to all of these questions is a resounding “no.” Richard doesn’t know what it’s like. This experience of mine brings me to my point today. All of us inhabit this community of NMH; we are citizens of a progressive, liberal, enlightened, and accepting community. For that, we should all be thankful for the freedom of expression we have here, free from the fetters of judgment especially in terms of sexual orientation. And before you incline yourself to judge another, put yourselves in their situation and consider their idiosyncrasies. After that can you even remotely consider judging them. Preferably, don’t judge, keep an open mind, and be perpetually grateful of the freedom you have here at this remarkable institution.
Thank you, and let us be silent.

Founder’s Day Remarks by Head of School Peter B. Fayroian

February 6th, 2013 | by hwareham

Good morning and welcome to today’s Founder’s Day ceremony, a time for us to reflect upon the legacy of our school’s founder, Dwight L. Moody, in both appreciation for the particular kind of school he founded in 1879 and for the spirit he instilled in nearly 30,000 alumni and thousands of faculty and staff for the past 134 years. I would also like to formally welcome to our campus the students and teachers from Uruguay who are joining us for the first time in this wonderful chapel – will you please rise and be recognized by our community? We’re honored to have you join us for the next few weeks and today, one of our many great traditions.

Tens of thousands of NMH alums for nearly 80 years gathered for meetings and services in Sage Chapel on the Northfield campus, and as was the tradition for all those years and on their way out of the chapel they rubbed the nose of D.L. Moody’s bust, which until recently rested prominently in the back of Sage. Fitting for today’s ceremony, which links our past with our present and future, I’m pleased to say that the bust will be installed in the upcoming weeks in the back of Memorial Chapel, and his nose will now be at your fingertips not only for your matriculation ceremony, but at any time you so desire. As NMH’s tenth Head of School, I will rub his nose every day in hopes that only my nose will remains bigger than my portly predecessor’s.

Serendipity has it that today, February 3, is not just NMH’s Founder’s Day but also Four Chaplains Day, established by a unanimous act of the United States Congress in 1988 to commemorate the heroic deaths 70 years ago of four interfaith chaplains – a rabbi, a Methodist and a Dutch reformed minister, and a Catholic priest – whose valor in saving the lives of men on the torpedoed U.S. Dorchester in the Atlantic during World War II was also commemorated in a U.S. postal service stamp, the Chapel of the Four Chaplains in Washington D.C., and in a number of movies and books.

Of the many accounts by survivors of the Dorchester, one is striking in its imagery:

Looking back we saw the slanting deck of the Dorchester, its demise almost complete. Braced against the railings were the Four Chaplains…praying…singing, giving strength to others by their final valiant declaration of faith. Their arms were linked together as they braced against the railing and leaned into each other for support, Reverend Fox, Rabbi Goode, Reverend Poling, and Father Washington. Said one of the survivors, “It was the finest thing I have ever seen this side of heaven.” 

One of these chaplains, Reverend Clark V. Poling, sat in this very chapel over 80 years ago before he graduated from this school, went on to Yale Divinity School, enlisted in the service, and you now know the rest of his celebrated story. The next time you are in the lobby of Beveridge Hall, look for his name enshrined on the plaque with our other alums who lost their lives in World War II.

As a recent student of our founder, I’m certain that he would be less disturbed by our rubbing of his nose than by the aggrandizement of his life. The legacy he would have liked for us to celebrate is embodied in the spirit carried forth in the men and women who have studied in these hills, and the young men and women who sit in this chapel today. A spirit that arose from experiences which, as our mission states, engaged their intellect, compassion and talents, empowering them to act with humanity and purpose. I hope today’s Founder’s Day ceremony serves to remind you of that responsibility now and in the years to come.

Founder’s Day Prayer & Benediction by Rev. Michael Corrigan

February 5th, 2013 | by hwareham

Founder’s Day Prayer

We gather here today to celebrate the life of the  Founder of our school, Dwight Lyman Moody. We invoke D.L. Moody at all kinds of school events, but what do we truly wish to remember and preserve of Mr. Moody’s legacy? My hope for us today is to remember that D.L. Moody was not just interested in founding another New England Prep school. He was not interested in comparing his school to any of the then-handful of schools beginning to dot the rocky countryside. He, like any other founder of a school, cared about education, young people, preparing folks to succeed in the world after they had graduated. But most importantly, Moody wanted to give the students of his schools the tools needed to lead lives of service. One way of doing that was emphasizing service and community building right here in this place. He believed that folks had a higher purpose for  their lives than material or positional success. In short, he took seriously the notion of lifting up one’s eyes and seeing the big picture, the life-changing calling.

Today, I ask that the power of Moody’s higher vision for our school and its students be grafted in our hearts. May we be strengthened and renewed by remembering his ideals. And may we channel them into lives of service that are transforming to ourselves and others. May it be so.

Founder’s Day Benediction

O Creator, give us the will and desire, as you gave to your servant, Dwight Lyman Moody, to launch out into deep waters, and to aim for the goals that are high and difficult. Make us responsive to great things when they call us, and yet not ignore the seemingly small gestures that can make all the difference to some individual. When our own powers are inadequate, show us where to turn for the help we need. And finally, give us the  example and memory of our founder to guide us and this school  into the future, a future  which Mr. Moody had such total faith in. Amen.

Founder’s Day Speaker Vicky Jenkins

February 5th, 2013 | by hwareham

Math teacher and crew coach Vicky Jenkins delivered this year’s Founder’s Day address. Jenkins has been teaching at NMH for 31 years.

I want to thank Michael Corrigan for inviting me to speak today. It’s very ironic that I’m thanking him as this speech, this moment, has caused me more anxiety, indecision, and aggravation than I have experienced in years. And then I realized – this is the life that students at NMH live every day. You amaze me! Every day, all day, you are challenged, pushed, and tested on what you know – or don’t know. How exhausting. I’m sorry – but no, I’m not sorry.

You all have so much potential. You have so much talent that has yet to be developed. So learn to appreciate the feedback. And know that the comments, the grades, the critiques all come from a place of love.

So after 31 years at NMH, I find myself standing at this podium for the very first time. I have avoided every opportunity to speak in public – no moments of silence, no announcements. This is new for me – possibly even exciting! While I avoid speaking in public, last August when I was invited to be the Founder’s Day speaker I forced myself to accept the challenge because I’ve learned that pushing myself outside of my comfort zone helps me to live a fuller life.

Here we are at Founder’s Day when many speakers in past years have chosen to share stories of our founder, D.L. Moody, and the very full life he lived. But I’ve chosen to not to speak about Moody, but instead to talk about you. Each year, each term, I see more stress and more anxiety about school, about grades, and about expectations. But maybe you’re thinking about it the wrong way. The reality is we need challenges to keep our lives interesting and productive.

People who engage in challenging ventures motivate us. During my time at NMH I have been inspired by so many students in this community. Students who leave their home and travel halfway around the world to go to school, taking classes in a different language, or others who rise before the sun every day to do their household chores before beginning their long drive to school – they have put in a full day before their first class even begins. Living with a roommate you don’t know, walking into your first day of class and smiling at the person across from you that you’ve never met. These are simple examples of the ways every one of you work hard and succeed without even giving yourself credit for your accomplishments. You’re engaging in activities that require you to step outside of your comfort zone, and I am proud of you.

I am a firm believer of living an adventurous life. You might ask for the definition of “adventurous,” but that’s like asking for the answer to a problem in math. Those of you who’ve had me in class know that I’m not interested in your answer – it’s the solution I want to see. How did you arrive at your answer? So it’s the same concept on a much grander scale. How you live the adventurous life is all about the living, the process; it’s the solution to a challenging question to which there is no one correct answer. But here are some key steps you might want to follow.

Be open to opportunities, and beware of falling into predictable patterns. There is a need to be engaged, or even confronted, with new situations – to move beyond the expected into the unknown. This is the journey; this is your life. Muster the energy to be bold – to be gutsy – to be enterprising.

The adventurous life is both physically and mentally demanding. I find that physical endeavors involve far more of a mental challenge than you might anticipate. In January 1979 I chose to retreat to the woods of the White Mountain National Forest. It was a winter of lots of snow and very cold temperatures. No shower, no change of clothes, no heat, no electricity for four-and-a-half weeks. Why did I subject myself to such deprivation? As a junior in college I had reached a point where I was tired of the same old routine, and acutely aware that my life was missing something. I embraced the opportunity to step away, to re-examine what I was doing, and what was important to me. I thought I would find something in those mountains. I was definitely tested – we were carrying 75 pound packs with all our food, pots and pans, tents and sleeping bags. Once we left the roads and trails of civilization we depended on our snowshoes or skis in order to travel through snow that was three or four feet deep.

But what was unexpected was the extent of the mental challenge I encountered. Crawling out of bed to face the arduous task of collecting wood,   making a fire, and melting snow so I could begin the process of cooking and feeding myself was a daily mental battle, but a critical component of survival at those temperatures. Far more than the many miles we traveled each day, it was the difficult personal dynamics of our group that would frequently push me to my limits. But I did endure, and I realized that the “something” I discovered was a new and deeper understanding of what really matters.

I have been so appreciative of the many years I’ve spent at NMH because of the focus this school puts on what’s important – the freshman humanities study of what it is to be human, the emphasis on the less advantaged in our world, and opportunities to make a difference. But I also appreciate the opportunity you have at this school to engage in a challenging project with a classmate instead of competing against that classmate for a higher spot in your class rank. I am proud of the encouragement – okay, the co-curricular requirement, that you try more – that you step beyond the academic expectation and do something else. And I’m grateful for the amazing opportunity to work with faculty who really have dedicated their lives to you – to you and thousands like you who are, today, out in the world really making a difference.

When people ask me why I have stayed at NMH for so long, I tell them that life is never dull. I don’t like to be confined to routine – I used to work on two campuses. I could drive back and forth from Northfield campus to Mount Hermon campus; I could stop at Mim’s for coffee. I always had opportunities to meet new students. When we transitioned to one campus I was nervous and wondered if I could sit in the same building all day and not get restless. But I found myself more able to relax on one campus. I spent more time with students, and, as always, I was impressed by their commitment, their discipline, and the hard work they put into every day. That’s what keeps me at NMH. You have kept me at NMH. Maybe not every day is as productive as others – but high school is hard. Adolescence is hard. And you do so much more than survive – you thrive.

At no point in your life will you be expected to be good at everything – except in high school. It’s quite ironic isn’t it – that we expect those with the least amount of life experience to be the most proficient in all areas? If you’re striving for the most competitive colleges you’re expected to have a healthy collection of APs, honors classes, languages, lab sciences, as well as near-perfect scores on standardized tests. And without your extracurricular activities, your volunteer work, or your unique summer experiences, they’ll tell you that you just aren’t good enough. But don’t believe it – you are great! Perfection is an impossible task, and it saddens me to see so many of you in pursuit of excellence in all things, simply to be chosen by admission officers, not much older than you, for admission or rejection to their selective colleges and universities.

Stop and think for a minute about your strengths – your passions. What do you like to do? Even if all you hear, or think you hear, is that you need to do more, you need to work harder, you need to try again – there are talents that you possess that maybe you’ve never taken time to discover or develop. Is it playing the piano, playing hockey, writing poetry – are you willing to sit with a friend in need? Do you like to take things apart and put them back together again in a different form? It’s important to be able to talk about your interests because you’re not defined by your GPA. You are not defined by your SAT scores, and believe it or not, you are not going to be defined by the colleges to which you are accepted.

The ability to know yourself is what will set you apart – not your strengths and talents. You might disagree. Certainly this society loves our celebrities – singers, actors, athletes, who are defined by their talents and the hard work that brings them success and therefore fame. But if you could ask them, they would likely speak of their constant pursuit of something bigger; the challenges they face to push beyond the image we have created of them.

And what are your struggles? Don’t ignore them – embrace them. They are part of what defines you. How you acknowledge and process your shortcomings says more about who you really are than anything else. Share your struggles with others – learn to laugh about them. Give your best effort every day, but understand that you’re still a work in progress.

I struggled in high school. That’s right – I struggled in high school. Sure – math was easy, science was very cool, I was a four-season athlete in a three-season year, but I couldn’t read. I could read – but I couldn’t extract from the reading the information that was expected in order to be successful in my classes. My critical reading SAT scores were really weak. So how did I get where I am today? I struggled, and I worked really hard. In retrospect I’m mad that I never took the time to celebrate and enjoy the things I was good at. Instead – like so many of you – I cursed my deficits. But I kept going. I guess that’s why those familiar lines have always moved me:

“I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.”

I love our school song – ”Jerusalem.” It is inspiration. It is encouragement to take on a task that may be just a bit too challenging. And I take solace in our moments of silence. Thank you to all of you who take a risk by sharing stories of your life or provoke us to look at things from a different perspective. Always appreciate an opportunity to slow down – or even better, to really stop – even if it’s just for one moment. Once you leave NMH there will be no moments of silence unless you recognize the importance of taking the time in this crazy busy world to stop and reflect. Take the time to just look around.

Did you see the sun rise in full technicolor this morning?

Look across the valley and you’ll see the tinge of pink in the tips of the maple trees announcing the inevitable arrival of spring.

You must have noticed the amazing stars these past weeks when the temperatures dipped into single digits.

If you have time, take a walk to the Farm just to see what’s going on.

You’re living in a beautiful valley, so vow each day to find something in our natural world that makes you smile – that which makes you appreciate something bigger than all of us.

Take the time to listen when you’re walking back to your dorm at night. You might hear that noise in your head telling you that you need to do more, you need to try harder, you need to find a way to get that someone special to notice you… but I’m asking you to try and hear nothing – do you, can you, hear the silence? Try to let your brain take in the silence and give the noise a rest. I’m always amazed, and grateful, that every few years at graduation our senior orator mentions the sound of the whistle of the train as it moves up the valley. This person has stopped to listen.

And when you’re feeling frustrated by how challenging and hard life can be, just stop. Celebrate – or at the very least recognize – the small opportunities to do nothing. Yes, you should work on your art project, write up your lab, practice your Chinese characters, do that rewrite for Mr. Block. But in addition to that, give yourself permission to take time off. Take time away from your school work, and maybe even time away from your friends, and go out and challenge yourself – find adventure in the new and different. Do you need ideas?

Learn how to ice skate, how to dance, how to build a fire:

Learn to drive a stick shift, perfect parallel parking in small spaces;

Learn how to say thank you like you mean it, how to ask for help, how to cook your favorite meal.

Be brave, be smart, be practical, be appreciative.

In May 2014, I will retire from Northfield Mount Hermon School and head off on a new journey. While I could never describe my life here as dull, predictable, or lacking in challenge, I have reached a point where I realize that I need to get going. I have a lot I want to do, and increasingly less time in which to do it. I am fortunate that I will remain here in Gill, in the wonderful home I share with my loving spouse down on River Road. But be assured – I will challenge myself to do new things. I will find adventure. I will get my inspiration from all of you who work so hard every day.

I would like to leave you today with a benediction that has always spoken to me. Thank you to Betty Stookey, NMH Chaplain before Michael Corrigan, who shared these comments with our graduates each year at the end of commencement:

As you leave this place, may you go calmly amid the noise and the haste of the world;

May the gift of silence awaken you to the present moment,

And may you learn the importance of keeping peace with your soul.

Resolve to be tender with the young,

compassionate with the aged,

sympathetic with the striving,

and tolerant with the weak and wrong.

Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.

Remember that each time you close your heart to another, 

you add to the darkness;

May you travel from this moment forward in awareness of our bonds to one another and to the Earth, and in commitment to your communities wherever they may be.

Go in peace.

Be always thankful.

Love one another.

Thank you.

Founder’s Day Moment of Silence by Jonah Hudson-Erdman ’14

February 4th, 2013 | by hwareham

Why bother founding a school? For what reason did D.L. Moody found our school and why do we bother keeping and maintaining it for generations to come? I’m sure that then, as now, there were plenty of schools elsewhere in the country that were perfectly good at providing education to young people. The point is that obviously D.L. Moody had some sort of vision when he founded this school. He wanted the Northfield girls and Mt. Hermon boys to graduate as changed people. He didn’t want them to just learn lessons in English or Math; he wanted them to learn lessons in life. He wanted his students to have strong personal values, and to be confidant to act on them. He intended them to be self-aware, and understand their purpose in and to the world. I try my best to fit this model.

When I was asked to do this Moment of Silence, one of the questions I was asked was: How has this change been manifested in me? This is how NMH changed me.

The Friday before last, I hurt myself during ski practice. With an off-pole stroke, I subluxed my shoulder for the second time. I was furious; I thought I had just ruined my season. When I missed practice, I was angry to be left out of doing what I love. I was deeply disappointed that I was not going to have the opportunity to challenge myself.

When I subluxed my shoulder, I suddenly had an excuse to get out of practice during what for me, like many of you, had been an incredibly busy and stressful week. I could have had two-and-a-half hours’ more homework and sleeping time per day. And I was still furious, not just last Friday, but for all the days I was unable to practice.

In English class, I recently wrote an account of something that I had done in eighth grade. Back then I was so uninterested in being a member of my school’s ultimate frisbee team, that one day I simply refused to practice and sat outside my school for the allotted time. In the four years since then, I have gone from dodging practice to sneaking into the waxing room when I’m injured because I can’t stand being the only one not getting ready for a race. That is how NMH has changed me. I’ve found what I love to do. I’ve learned to challenge myself. Even when I could be getting more sleep, I still want to be skiing or cycling.

Every one of us here has the capacity to grow. Be open to that growth. Make it so that when you graduate, you are a different and better person than when you enrolled; that’s what I think D.L. Moody would have wanted.

Let us be silent.

Founder’s Day Senior Reflection by SungYun Chung ’13

February 4th, 2013 | by hwareham

Good afternoon. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Yunny Chung, a graduating senior at NMH.

When I was offered the opportunity to speak for this honorable occasion, I welcomed it because I saw it as a chance to share my story on just how I came to be known as the “Big Yuns who does not sleep.”

That’s right. I know that there are concerns regarding my lack of sleep.

In order to fully explain my non-stop involvement, however, let me take you back 26 years to a small, suburban city in Korea.

It begins with a young girl who fell in love.

Once wealthy, the young girl’s family became financially strained just before the wedding, and to the mother of the groom who wished for an affluent daughter-in-law, the poor young girl with a good heart just wasn’t good enough.

Blaming the bride for the blight, the mother of the groom began a life-long hatred towards the young girl, incessantly throwing acrimonious words and tantrums. However, the young bride simply endured it all for the next 21 years, dutifully offering her unwavering service until her mother-in-law died of cancer.

Perhaps you could call it a fairy tale of a sort, as the once young bride was rewarded for her services in the end as the mother-in-law left her inheritance to her son’s only child.

Right about now, you may be wondering just where I exactly fit in in the story.

Yes, the young girl with the good heart is my mother, and her only child is me, which makes me an “heiress.” Not the Paris Hilton kind, obviously, for the inheritance was never expected and from the day that I received it I realized two things:

One, like wining the lotto, I knew that the supposed “gift” that changed my mother’s life and then, in turn, my own life was something I came into without lifting a finger for it.

Two, I immediately came to see my grandmother’s inheritance as a gift of the heaviest burden, since it originated from my mother’s sacrifice.

It was also a responsibility, always reminding me that my privileged life and education come not from my talents or abilities.

Because I did not earn the gift with my own efforts, I knew that it was my duty to pay back, and to really use the money for good, for those who did not receive a gift like I have.

Hence, there I was three years ago when I came to NMH – with a purpose and determination to excel, with big dreams and goals, but without knowing just how to reach them.

I was that awkward new sophomore who didn’t quite fit in – the self-conscious girl with a strong accent, who didn’t know how to seamlessly join the Dwight Night party held last night.

Not knowing what to do, I began my NMH career by doing “something” like everyone else. So I began math peer tutoring, which in part began to fulfill the work-job requirement, and in other parts, to avoid Forest’s offer to join the NMH Math team.

The truth is that I was afraid to reveal my less-than-adequate mathematic abilities compared to those of the geniuses in the math team competing in national math competitions.

I’m not being humble here. Believe me, the grades I got in math are the result of hours of studying, not an innate talent.

In short, my self-consciousness led me to math peer tutoring.

Yet, to my surprise, I soon discovered my love for teaching. I was actually quite good at it because knowing how frustrating math can be helped me to identify with my peers’ frustrations, and allowed me to be a better tutor, creating a bond based on mutual respect and understanding.

Ironically, what I had tried so hard to mask all these years actually helped me to realize that I could make a positive difference in others.

In NMH, I became a little kid again, swarming through an all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet. Coming from a country with a rigid education system, I was totally mesmerized by this new environment and I was eager to taste just about everything on the table.

However, as a horrible athlete, a fat chance I had of moving beyond the Third and JV Girls’ sports teams.

And as a terrible singer, I dared not to join the Concert Choir.

What I could do was play the piano, and hence I began the NMH Pianists with the support from Craig and Sheila who encouraged my wish to create a community of pianists.

Yet, my naïve arrogance was completely shattered on the first day of audition, when Yihao Yang, who was a freshman at that time, hit the first note of Chopin’s First Piano Concerto in E minor. The piece I’d never dared to even try for its difficulty was being beautifully and so easily played, followed by Will Copeland and Noah Gamble’s excellent performances.

Clearly, I wasn’t all that good at playing the piano either.

However, NMH did not leave me disappointed. The presence of so many amazing pianists in our school strengthened my commitment to the group.

Yes! Getting bombarded by SWIS emails, following up on the latest updates for different organization events, and spending my free time in brainstorming about events with Atta, I found myself excited rather than tired.

And most of all, generating more opportunities for pianists on campus to perform and to communicate with the rest of the student body, I saw that I was fulfilling my purpose as one who received an undeserving gift from my grandmother.

The NMH experience has allowed me to embrace my shortcomings, which has led me to discover my own assets that help me to fulfill the purpose that I had not known how to attain.

Three years ago, I was a self-conscious girl who feared to say “I don’t know.”

Three years ago, I was the girl in ESP, afraid to speak out.

Three years ago, I was that awkward new-comer, who had big dreams but did not know how to attain them.

And now, three years later, I am given the chance to speak before the whole school about my experience at NMH as the ‘Big Yuns’ on campus.

Not because I am smart, but because NMH provided an environment where I could build my confidence.

More importantly, NMH has allowed me to see how to use the inheritance that I received, to not waste my mother’s sacrifice, and to use this privileged education to make a difference in the lives of others.

I once asked my mom about the reasons behind her lifelong compliance.

To that she said that harboring malice only hurts oneself, while the good deeds spread outward.

As she never forgets to remind me to make my new life purposeful, I am truly thankful that I came to NMH where I was able to insert myself in multiple organizations, and to create many opportunities for myself and for others, because I believe that I became a bit more deserving of the new life that was given to me.

That I am not the best pianist, mathematician, or an athlete is okay because I now know that I can be of true service to our community.

In short, NMH can help us to reach what we dream in the most realistic sense.

We all have dreams and the aspirations to achieve them.

Yet, every so often, we do not know how to get there.

Here at NMH, I want to say one does not need to compromise as I have turned my weaknesses into my strengths and valuable assets.

What we have here is truly rare and valuable.

Let us remember how fortunate we are to be here in a place where we are free to pursue our individual passions.

From the way I see it, all of us are in a sense, heirs and heiresses who have the duty to make a difference using the great education we are receiving.

Let’s not waste it, but celebrate it.

Thank you.

Moment of Silence by Joshua Levell ’13

January 15th, 2013 | by hwareham

When I was little, just in preschool, I met my closest friend. Over the years, she has made a huge impact on my lfe. She’s funny, pretty, smart, accomlished, and a great sparring partner. Her name is Betsy, and she is a Chinese adoptee.

She inspired my interest in Mandarin and Chinese culture, and this has been an enormous part of my life. It guided my choice of high schools and, now, colleges and careers. Although I have not seen her in over six years, we are still the closest of friends. I am extremely grateful that we have been able to keep in touch and remain such good friends.

Many of us have friendships that have been tested by absence, and the senior class will face this when we graduate. Please take a moment to reflect on the importance of friends, especially those we see infrequently.