Initially, our groups attempt at recreating the strike didn't exactly work out. We hadn't prepared enough and did not forecast external factors that eventually detracted from our performance. We ended up being pretty disappointed in ourselves--almost as if we had failed the original participants of the SFSU strike. Immediately after, we went back to the drawing boards to see if we could develop a better plan of attack.
After much deliberation on how we could improve our skit, our commitment to honoring the original SFSU strikers had been renewed. I was much more confident this time around. However, as soon as I walked into class that day, I knew that whatever plan we originally had would be improved even further by the energy shared by the rest of the class; especially those who were not even from our group. The walk towards the quad caused my skin to tighten and a swirl of thought circulated through my head. I felt an overwhelming sense of purpose, one that I had not felt the first time we enacted our skit.
As soon as our march ended and we assembled at Cesar Chavez, a burst of energy circulated through all of us and the performance that resulted could not have been any more successful! It was especially rewarding to see one of the alumni who participated in the strike congratulate us on our efforts. After that, I no longer worried about what grade we had earned for the midterm. Her gratitude and pride said it all!
- Ernest
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