Kamehameha High School - Ka Nai Aupuni Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

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Sherri Orton, Kevin Sasaki, Joyceline Lee Dr. George Kanahele, a Kamehameha graduate, is presently writing the history of The Schools. Three of the students he talked with - Sherri Orton, Kevin Sasaki, and .Ioyceline Lee -- agreed to share their opinions about Kamehameha with us. Sherri is an '85 gradua te majoring in Hawaiian Studies at U.H. Hilo. Kevin is a senior and president of Hui Lama. Joyce, an '85 graduate, attends Tufts University. believe in holding on to the things that were taught to me in hula. I try to retain not only the culture and language of old, but also the humility, confidence, and disciplined behavior that bring pride to the kupuna. Sometimes it is hard for me to uphold these important things. Sometimes it does not seem that my peers or teachers share my belief in the importance of the old ways. Last year, the seniors - my class - made a wave,' at Founder's Day. Was that a fitting salute to Pauahi on the one day and hour that we set aside to thank her? During a May Day assembly, a brave freshmen girl got up to dance for her uncles, The Makaha Sons. Soon two boys dressed as girls were gyrating on the floor and making Cin my eyes at leastj a mockery of the song. I cannot forget the sadness I felt, and the lone- liness too, as I sat among others who laughed and clapped at what was going on. I wonder about discipline at Kamehameha. I don't under- stand. Sometimes I feel set apart from everyone because of the things that I've come to value. My classmates often think I'm too emotional and that I lack a sense of humor. I don't believe this is true. It's just hard to cherish things that others don't. It's hard to hold on. -Sherri Orton hile talking to friends, I often hear gripes about teachers, lunch, and the school as a whole. My friends even have the nerve to praise other schools at our expense. I want to tell them Maybe you'd be better off there. Still I thought I might be missing something, so I went off on an exchange program to you-know-where. It didn't take me long to realize that Kamehameha has so much more to offer than our grumblers want to think. The grass is definitely not greener on the other side. We have more here than most of us know what to do with, and we should spend time taking better advantage of everything. It only took a day off campus for me to become even more proud of attending Kamehameha than ever before. That is how it should be. -Kevin Sasaki hose voices behind me have not shut up since this ceremony began. They are talking about last night's party. Now they are talking about how boring this is. In fact, they have not stopped talking since Bac- calaureate this morning. In fact, they've talked through Song Contest and Founder's Day. I believe that they have not stopped talking since the first day of ninth grade at our first class meeting. They are complaining that Kame- hameha has been their prison. It is a shame, isnlt it, how they've been forced to get a good education up here. They were never happy at school . . . unless they were getting away with something, putting someone else down, talking stink. Their excuse for showing up was to see their friends and sneak off to corners Now Sons of Hawai'i is being sung. But those voices are too busy crying to sing. I guess they're overjoyed at their release. Now the ceremony is over. So is their prison term. Funny, now it's silent, I don't hear them any more, what could be wrong? If my guess is right, I'll be hearing those voices again one day soon. They will be telling their younger brothers and sisters, their nieces and nephews, their own children: Kam School, thassa good school, but they're not strick enough anymore like they were when I wuz there. Now they let the kids get away with anything. Still, 'as a good school, you go there and take advantage of all they get. You lissen to what they tell you. And bla bla bla. Voices. What ever happened to nana, ho'olohe, pa 'a ka waha? To look, listen, and shut the mouth? -Joyceline Lee