(One of our motivational speakers.)
The awkwardness of high school assemblies still makes me blush or twitch my eye when I think about it. My high school always had these strange, threatening underlying messages for everything. Our high school assemblies tried to morph your mind. We had one man who I can practically guarantee through observations of my own-and my friends'- that the man in the wheelchair was faking it.
I never understood what they desperately wanted us to learn. Or, if I did grasp the concept they were drenching us with, I ignored it. We had a group of college students come into our gym, dressed in black and perform a dance to a song by Switchfoot (or some band of its equivalent)and it was supposed to represent sex. They switched their "dance" partners and the women looked in the mirror and cried.
We once had a graduated college football player come in and tell us how he didn't make it to the NFL because of physical limitations concerning his spinal cord but that when he heard his daughter's footsteps, he scored a touchdown. That's so cheesy. I don't want to give up on my dreams to have a family.
I've heard at other places, high school assemblies can actually be fun. I never care to find out.
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