Back to the Beav

By Dylan Cadonau, sophomore


“We’re back to the Beav!” My dad would mockingly say this to embarrass me when telling family about my decision to transfer back into Beaverton School District. I had attended BSD schools my entire life: Montclair Elementary, then the International School of Beaverton for middle school, but in the summer of 8th grade, I decided to switch to Woodrow Wilson High School. I had found an interest in Computer Programming, and I felt that I wanted to pursue my passion. Wilson High has a very well-known technology program so I applied for a transfer and was accepted. Coming into my first day of freshman year, I didn’t know a single person in my grade but I wasn’t concerned about that. I quickly made friends and settled down into place. The year was going by quite smoothly, but around the end of the semester, I began to notice a sudden change: my peers started skipping class, blowing off sports, and getting involved with drugs. I felt overwhelmed. When I finalized my transfer to Wilson, I hadn’t heard much about the students I would soon be in class with. Unfortunately, it seemed I had stumbled into what faculty unanimously named, “the worst class in Wilson history.”


I soon knew that I wanted out. I had lost many friends because I refused to ditch class and smoke. I was deemed uncool because I put schoolwork before anything else. This wasn’t anything like the environment I had hoped for. During the last several months of my freshman year, I decided to transfer yet again; I was going back to Beaverton School District. Luckily, I knew plenty of kids from Junior High and Elementary school, but I was still concerned. Would I get bullied for focusing on my education? Would I be thrown into another school run by stoners? Would I be able to receive the education I had expected from Wilson? The answers to those amazed me. From the first day of school, I felt like I had been here for years. Students were quick to introduce themselves, many offering to show me around or tell me all the hangout spots. I was amazed by the kindness that everyone showed to a complete stranger. Students held doors for me, invited me to sit with them in class or at lunch, and offered many essential tips on how to survive BHS.


Seven months later, and I still couldn’t feel anymore at home. When I left Wilson, I was convinced that high school truly was like it is in the movies, the BAD side of the movies. However, Beaverton changed my perspective. At Beaverton, it is always education first. When I declined party invites to do homework during my Wilson days, the response was always laughter. Here, you’re weird if you blow off homework for hanging out with friends. The overall strive for the best education possible still amazes me.


The sense of community that is ingrained into the students here is mind-boggling. Everybody wants their fellow students to succeed and will do anything in their power to help them achieve their goals. It is clear that we are one big family, and all constantly look out for each other. Principal Erwin has done an incredible job of stressing the importance of community, and her hard work has definitely made a visible impact on this school’s society. At no other school do I see the amount of support and care for the students than what occurs at Beaverton. And not just from other students, but from the teachers and staff as well. The faculty takes the time to know their students, inside and outside of school.


The point of this blog isn’t to compare Beaverton to nor to talk poorly of other schools, but to say thank you to my peers and teachers. You all have created an incredible experience for me that most others would take for granted but I appreciate more than anything in the world. Thank you for accepting me and immediately including me into your community. Thank you for your continuous selflessness, always putting my needs before your own. Thank you for giving me these amazing educational opportunities that can’t be found anywhere else. Transferring to Beaverton High was by far the greatest decision I have ever made in my life, and that decision has set me on a path to success that I was worried I could never be able to achieve. A school is only as good as the students inside it, and because of that, I can undoubtedly say that I go to the greatest school in the world. Thank you, BHS; I am proud to call myself a Beaver.


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