PAISD: Strong connections

Education Notes

Stefan Deason is a graduating senior at Port Aransas High School.

Stefan Deason is a graduating senior at Port Aransas High School.

As someone who has lived all their life in Port Aransas, half of my childhood has been defined and shaped by Port Aransas ISD. I can imagine myself walking through any of the three schools just the same as I can physically amble through them. I can remember just about every teacher, every principal, and every coach and classmate and faculty member that was involved in the class, gym, and/or school I went to at the time. I’ve watched people in my grade start out the same way as I and stay, start out the same way and go, come and go, come and stay, and so forth. The blue and white that are painted across the campus’s walls and symbols are what I grew up with, and there’s not a single alternate timeline in this infinite multiverse of possibilities that I can imagine my life residing in the contrary.

I’m certainly glad I grew up in a small school rather than a large one. When you attend the former scholastic volume, you know pretty much everyone in the school, and even if you don’t, there doesn’t exist much difficulty in getting rid of that fact. Throughout elementary school and junior high, half of the students in my grade were in my class while the other half was situated in a class just across or down a hall or two. And sure, in high school, you and your friends get more separated classwise, but actually finding someone is nowhere near the vicinity of a labyrinth. In fact, you come across people so commonly in the halls, in the parking lot, et cetera that the feeling isn’t as strong as one might imagine; plus, you still know almost everyone in the building, so you very rarely feel like a stranger.

I recall vividly the period of time in which students could not attend PAISD due to the damage brought by Hurricane Harvey, in which students had to temporarily transfer to a different school until the portable classrooms were ready for use. I was in middle school at the time, and I, amongst many others, went to Flour Bluff. I’m not writing this with the intention of inflicting any negative comments towards the school. There were certainly joys I experienced attending Flour Bluff High School, and I still made friends during my time there. However, the massive transition from the 2A campus of Port A to just that junior high building of Flour Bluff’s 5A size was such a grand opposition to what I had been used to. It’s a similar and common feeling for anyone who has ever moved schools and/or towns, but since a vast majority of my friends also transferred to Flour Bluff, that feeling gripped its own tang in the situation. No longer were half of my grade in my class and the other just down the hall. No longer did I frequently cross paths with many people I knew. No longer was finding someone as simple as it had prior. Something major could’ve happened at Flour Bluff during my time there, and I probably wouldn’t have ever heard of it.

Once again, I don’t have any distastes towards Flour Bluff. This article isn’t in any form or fashion meant to claim that our school is better than others; it’s to plant a spotlight on the close connection we as students, as teachers, as faculty members, and even as parents and citizens have at Port A and especially at PAISD. Everybody everywhere has been molded in some way by the community they reside in, so to not mention that community at all is to steal part of one’s identity from the discussion. PAISD is my community; Port Aransas is my community. They are both within my identity.

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