An Open Letter to the Newly-Zoned Beaverton Students

By Cameron Monfared, sophomore

On Monday night a few weeks back(10-17-2016), the Beaverton School District voted to ratify the new school boundaries, which will undoubtedly make changes in the future of the students at different schools. One of the schools who will be undergoing a vast transition of students, will be Beaverton High School. And for many that are now zoned for Beaverton, that’s a scary thought.

It’s really obvious why the people who have been newly zoned for Beaverton would be nervous. Saying goodbye to friends, having to build new relationships, different teachers, and a different environment altogether. I personally had my own test with this when I was transitioning to Beaverton as only a couple of my friends were also going to Beaverton. I was absolutely terrified. What would I do? Who would I meet? What about all my friends? How are the teachers? How’s the school?  

I remember the school info day in August of 2015 when I got my schedule and got a tour of the school. I was so scared and skeptical to see if Beaverton would live up to everything everyone says about it. At first, I was amazed by what I thought was a MASSIVE school (after the first week, I could navigate the entire school in 5 minutes). Seeing all these new people, the school, and all the teachers, I knew that I would have to make it through.

I knew so much about Beaverton when I started school here. Both of my older sisters graduated from Beaverton, and they loved the people they met. They had always talked about the topic of “community” and “tradition” at Beaverton. It sounded cool but I never really understood what they meant. That changed on the first day of school, and I can promise you it will for you, too.

It was a truly memorable day. As soon as the doors to the gym opened, we were showered with high fives, claps, and welcoming words from the staff of Beaverton. I started to figure out what my sisters were saying about “community” at Beaverton. However, it was not until the first assembly, at the end of the first week, when we stood and sang the fight song all together, that I knew exactly what my sisters were talking about. Throughout the year, I went to at least a couple events for each sport and activity. Everyone was so connected with that sense of “community”; and that’s why at Beaverton, one of our core values is Community Connects Us. It sounds kinda fuzzy, but just like me, you, too, will soon discover that it’s true.

As far as our Tradition, it’s not a tradition of five, 10, 20, 50, or 80 years, but it is a tradition of over 100 years since the opening of our school in 1912. It is a tradition of strength, excellence, and compassion for what we all do. It’s a tradition of encouraging and pushing others to strive for the best, and it’s a tradition, that ONLY Beaverton has.  A tradition that this building has carried for more than 100 years.

That’s why we have kept so much of our schools traditions the same. Even from the 1915 picture of our school building below.

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It’s the same tradition that the class pictured below of 1931 carried. A tradition that still stands tall and strong today.

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So, I encourage all of you who will be a first-generation Beaverton Beaver for your family to be excited because the friends you will make and the opportunities you will get will truly last a lifetime. Be excited to start a new adventure. Be excited to become a Beaverton Beaver. So now the only question is: what are YOU looking forward to at Beaverton?



By Anaya Sergeant, senior


One of my absolute favorite things about Beaverton High School, is how tradition-based of a school we are. I remember when I was younger, my dad always wanted me to go somewhere like Southridge or Lake Oswego, simply because they were “nicer” schools. But Beaverton is just different. It has been around for over 100 years, and there are so many cool traditions that we have kept that attending here makes you feel like you’re part of a family.


One hilarious tradition that we have here at BHS, is the Rhythm Boys. It is a spin off of one of our OLDEST traditions, the Rhythm Bs, but these are boys… pretty self-explanatory, I know. Anyways, the boys dress up and choreograph a hilarious dance that they perform at halftime during Jam the Dam, a HUGE basketball game that we traditionally have every year during Week of Wishes. The word TRADITION has been coming up a lot, if you haven’t noticed.


Another tradition we have is Beaver Nation Migration. This has been going on for over 10 years, and let me tell you it is absolutely awesome. When our varsity football team plays our rival school (Southridge) at Southridge, we get as many people as we can to all walk to the game together. This year, we got over 400 people to do it. Do you know how intimidating it looks when 400 students just charge through your fence? Pretty intimidating.



My favorite tradition that we have here at BHS is our Friday night football games and themes. We have been said to “have the best spirit in Metro” by many people, and they’re definitely not wrong. We are all so full of life and so loud  when we go to games. We always have a theme to dress up to, from Greek to Hawaiian, and it is so much fun! Whenever we make a touchdown, a senior (this year, it’s Nate Johnnie) runs on the track back and forth waving the flag. And most importantly… win or lose, we sing the fight song after EVERY game!


I mean, how many high schools in Oregon can claim to have 100 years of TRADITION. Does it really get any better than that?

Alumni Spotlight: Chuck Meadows

By Anaya Sergeant, junior


In Digital Marketing, students are assigned different content to create each week for Beaverton’s social media accounts. One of the types of posts BHS makes is “Spotlights,” and one week, I volunteered to make content for the Alumni Spotlight on Col. Charles “Chuck” Meadows. I was excited because I had never been given the chance to interview someone, and it was somewhat of a challenge because I wasn’t sure exactly how to find this person.

After going to the office multiple times in attempt to find some sort of way to contact Chuck, I finally got his email. I wasn’t sure what to say at first; I didn’t want to be annoying and bother him with unwanted attention. I knew he had walked in the assembly honoring alumni, but I wasn’t sure if he would want to take the time to go over his high school experience from so long ago. I was definitely wrong.

In my initial email to him I offered to simply email him the questions and he could reply with his responses, but instead he offered to meet me in person. I wasn’t expecting that, and although I had a due date for my week’s content looming near, I agreed. We were set to meet Monday morning at 10 AM in the Student Center.

I had my questions prepped and was ready to leave forecasting early to meet him, which was great since forecasting wasn’t really the highlight of my day. I went to the office and found a man sitting and waiting, which I assumed was my guy. I asked and he said yes, and told me to call him Chuck. We sat on chairs in the student center, I started recording so I could look back at it, and we began.

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I started with asking him about his experiences at BHS. He was class of 1957; seems like forever ago. I can’t even imagine this school back then. He explained how he went to Sylvan Elementary, which was a tiny school. He only had 6 other boys in his class one year. That made his jump upward seem huge, and when he finally ended up at BHS years later, the difference was massive. They had around 2,000 kids in school, including him and his twin brother. Chuck didn’t plan on being involved in the school as much as he was, but “it kinda evolves and grows on you” he said. “I enjoyed talking to people and communicating and learning from them.” He was the first Freshman Class President, and got started with football and baseball. His years grew better and better until he was Student Body President his senior year. “Being involved made my years here very helpful, making a lot of friends. That includes the teachers and staff, I was very close to them.”

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When I asked him why it was so important to him to be involved with his school, he was persistent with his belief that student activity and athletics kept him busy and taught him to make connections and build communication skills with people. His memories that stood out the most to him all evolve around the student body and the activities BHS would put on.

On the other hand, Chuck acknowledges how hard it is for students to balance everything on their plates. “How do you make arrangements to do that?!’ he asks with a smile on how kids are expected to be at so many places and figure out how to get there. With games and clubs and practices and meetings on top of everyday homework, it’s tough, even back then.

“That activity of going place to place is what really helped. Getting in the groove of things, you had to learn to just do it.”

In his experience, he is grateful for his teachers and coaches. They made a world of a difference in pushing him to do his absolute best. “There were coaches, who I very much respect, who acted almost as surrogates for my brother and I to assist us in academics and pushing forward. We did not come from a wealthy family, and they’re assistance in helping us brought up college and career opportunities that we wouldn’t have had otherwise.” He explained how easy it was to find a teacher or staff member who was willing to help him. “There was a sense that they all had the goal to assist us. Really help assist us do what we had to do.”

After the initial questions about BHS, I asked him about the Marines. “Did you plan on going into the Marines while you were in high school?” I asked.

“The honest answer is no,” he told me. “I got a scholarship to go to Oregon State, and without that I know I couldn’t have gone. The NROTC scholarship has an option to go into the Marines or the Navy, and maybe around my sophomore year, I decided on the Marines. I didn’t go the same route as others, being left with no other options for a career and falling back on the Army. I chose this route; it was a better route.”

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“I was commissioned on active duty for 26 years and raised up to be Colonel. Being a part of that brought me almost all around the world, really.” Starting in Virginia, Chuck later gave me a packet of around 70 countries, including all the 50 states, he had been to in his lifetime. My jaw literally dropped, that was unbelievable to me. I still have never been out of the U.S., and this man had seen so many things I had no idea about.

I asked him about the awards he had been given while in combat, and he shyly smiled and explained. I could tell he was proud of those achievements, and the things he had done to get them. “Those are awards that were combat awards from Vietnam, and I was fortunate enough to be able to step up as a leader. I learned to have empathy for people, and to be able to sit down and chat with people. In the Marines, it wasn’t a nice and pleasant chat everyday, as you can imagine, but I could do that because I was comfortable enough to do so.”

“I had a wonderful bunch of men that taught humility, and as a commander, I lost 29 men and almost 200 wounded, which indicated our actual involvement in the war. But that set a huge, huge tone for me, even afterwards. I still wanted to understand these men for all that I could, on another level. Most people think of the Marines as big strong men with guns and tattoos fighting, and at that time in my case it basically was. That’s true, but having empathy and also seeing those horrible situations and so much loss and suffering created a bigger purpose for all of us.”

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Finally after retiring, Chuck returned to living in Oregon along with having a beach house at Cannon. If you asked me, he definitely deserves a vacation. He’s now married with three daughters and four grandchildren.

When he came back to Beaverton after all these years, he was somewhat sentimental, reflecting back on things that have changed. New buildings, parking lots turned into buildings, more clubs than ever, revamped gym… I can imagine it felt like a completely new place. But he did tell me that the gym was basically the same, with new bleachers. The trophy case, location of office, theatre, and football field all were in the same places but were “all spruced up.” BHS has physically grown in size, but still felt like the same school he had gone to so many years ago.  “The physical part of it has improved, and is much nicer I think. Another thing I’d notice is just from chatting with people. The mix of people is so different and bigger, the breakdown is very positive. I still come back. I walk the same halls. I probably could even show you where my locker is. Might be new, but same kind, same place. That’s special.”

When I decided to wrap up our talk, I planned on asking him what piece of advice he would tell to students today. “I would tell them that your high school years are significantly formative for you guys. You mature in these short four years and turn into young adults. My advice is to be involved, and study. And really, really study. I know kids don’t like to and it may be long and seems to be pointless, but you don’t have the big picture yet. I emphasize academics, and giving thought to what you wanna do. It’s kinda scary, there’s so many opportunities. But you won’t get them unless you do something to show for yourself. How you approach people and the attitude you have to communicate with people is huge. To be able to put your phone aside and have a conversation, I find that a lot of young kids can’t do it. And if they do, they can’t even look at you! How do you hold a conversation if you’re looking all around? You can’t. Some of those skills can be learned in high school and create a good base for yourself.”

Almost 45 minutes later, we were all finished. We shook hands goodbye, and I thanked him for meeting with me. It had gone longer and better than I expected. I had a long recording to go through and type out. But Chuck was such a nice person, and he had values that teachers and parents and adults always shove onto kids. But hearing from him, that he’s glad he actually worked hard during high school, was nice to hear, and it was nice to hear about his stories and how everything turned out. If anything, I’m glad I took the chance to step out of my comfort zone and talk to a stranger who now feels like a friend.


The Reality of Rhythm Boys #BHSWoW2016

By Samuel Manilla, senior


As of writing this, BHS Week of Wishes is coming to its dramatic climax: Jam the Dam. This intense and entertaining basketball game has been a beloved tradition at BHS for over a decade and always brings a massive crowd.

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One of the more interesting (or awkward; I feel like both words are applicable) elements of Jam the Dam is the Rhythm Boys, a legion of dancing, prancing, fishnet-wearing senior boys that storm the court and dance their hearts out, achieving what everybody wants out of life: fifteen seconds of fame. Girls love them. Freshmen want to be them. The rival team is kind of weirded out by them. It’s legendary.

Yet even though they are loved by students and community members alike, few viewers really understand the trials and hardships that these scantily-clad men must go through in order to end up on that court. It is because of this that I, Sam Manilla, a Rhythm Boy myself, have decided to detail for you, the reader, the first of six Rhythm Boys’ rehearsals leading up to Jam the Dam, so you and everyone else who reads this blog may have a better understanding of what it truly means to be a Rhythm Boy.

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Rhythm Boyz: Day 1

As I walked down the hallway to the gym, I could already smell the angst and testosterone wafting through the evening air. It was going to be a good day. I felt my stomach knotting up, and I strongly considered turning around and running away and never looking back. I had fully accepted the thought of having to face my friends, and having them tease me (as friends often do) for wimping out and ditching rehearsal.

All of my fears faded away when I saw two of my best friends, Sam and John, standing at the end of the hallway. We obnoxiously greeted each other from across the hall, and started conversing about how PUMPED we were to be starting our brief Rhythm Boys careers. We spotted some of our other friends, and much socializing was had.

Suddenly, we were all startled by a shrill “HEY” resonating through the air. It was Lindsey, the captain of the Rhythm Bs. She asked all to be seated, and so it was. She welcomed us all to the first rehearsal of the Rhythm Boys, stating how excited she was to have a group as large as we were.

After Lindsey came the man, the myth, the legend himself, Mr. Jason Sarmiento. He told us of his days as a Rhythm Boy, and about how excited he was to see us all carrying on the tradition of wearing skirts and dancing around. He then gave us some spiel about the dress code, but (to be totally honest) I didn’t really pay attention.

We were asked to split up into teams of six, and each group would be assigned a pair of Rhythm Bs to teach us the dance. As if by instinct, Sam, John, and I clumped as close as we could to each other, as if challenging the world to try to separate us; it was kind of weird now that I say it out loud, but whatever. We also managed to assimilate our friends Matt, Alex, and Hari. A group made up of band kids! We were going to be amazing.


After all groups were together, we were assigned our Bs: Kali, whom I knew from the school’s Theater department, and a girl named Samantha (who I shall only refer to as Samantha, because there are already too many Sams in this story). We immediately fled to the upper levels of the school, so that we could rehearse in peace. We started out with a quick introduction, then we immediately started doing work, which was a perfect emulation of the band kid discipline we had all become so used to over the years.

As we were running through the moves, Kali suggested that we come up with “call outs” (names for the moves that we shout at each other in order to stay with the dance). I’ll spare you some of the details, but a few of my personal favorite call outs we came with were (in no particular order):

  • This thing

  • Vote for Trump

  • PIZZA!!!!!!!

  • #$%@ and @#$%&

Not to say that our other call outs weren’t amazing, these ones just happen to be my favorites. At one point, we had Mr. Sarmiento rolling on the floor laughing because of the ridiculousness and uniformity of our fantastic call outs. He then said that we weren’t allowed to say them during the performance, but whatever, I still think they’re great.

The day was ended with a group performance of our dance (or as much of it as we knew). Suffice it to say, nobody really knew what was going on, so we were pretty abysmal. I nearly hit somebody in the face; I think John had his ankle curb-stomped; and I’m pretty sure Hari blacked out for a few seconds.

Regardless of our possible injuries, sweaty bodies, and probably-eternal stank, we all had a fantastic first day at Rhythm Boys, and couldn’t wait for Jam the Dam.

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