Woodberry students are transformed by theanticipation. Kids like Hughes Edwards ’ 20, as wellmannered as they come, turn wild.
The bonfire is my favorite tradition at Woodberry. Ittruly is unlike anything else I’ve ever seen. It unitesour community around one common goal: beatingthe Maroon.
As young gentlemen smear war paint on their facesand warm up their vocal cords, the cheerleaders aremeticulously building their show. We harness theenergy and excitement and bring everyone in thecommunity together.
Being on stage for the bonfire is a feeling likeno other. Your adrenaline is pumping and you’rescreaming louder than ever, making the experiencefeel out of body. The number of people there isremarkable and you can barely hear yourself think.
When I look to our student body, parents, andalumni, I’m grateful to be a Tiger and to know wehave such strong support for our football teamand school. It means a lot to me knowing that wehave such a big role in lifting the school spirit for anoccasion like The Game, and the opportunity to bepart of such a sacred tradition.
When all the torches have been thrown into theflames, there is this surreal moment. There I am,looking over an ocean of people. Four hundred ofmy brothers are staring up at me with fierce eyes, aforty-foot bonfire lighting the skies with thousandsof fiery embers behind them all. Such a strongpressure is built by the bonfire, and in this exactmoment, all of it releases. All of the tension is gone,