2025 Induction Ceremony

National English Honor Society Oath

As a member of the 

National English 

Honor Society

I shall endeavor to 

advance the study 

of all areas of English

and to foster a 

spirit of fellowship 

among students excelling 

in all facets of the 

English Language Arts, 

ever keeping in mind 

our national motto, 

as our guiding principle 

‘Duty goes with honor.'”

Everything goes from a bright golden yellow sunshine filled world to a gray and dusky sky. The grass seems to grow more brown, the maintenance being unbearable as though representing the change from weightless youth to compact adulthood. 

Being younger, I could play in the autumn leaves all day, not worrying about the time of day or the current event. 

It seems as though the leaves have begun to pile up and began to suffocate me with their veiny hands, as if they are seeking revenge for my lack of concern in the pack. 

The leave piles slowly begin to lessen the older I get, reminding me the world around me is diminishing. 

Reminding me that there is constant change. 

Going from being able to breathe the fresh morning air with my only worry being if my friends are at school, to having my head feel as though there is a constant thunderstorm preparing to arrive. 

The worry of success. 

The stress of failure. 

The change is unbearable, but also inevitable. 

I used to love the idea of change, everyone growing and learning to better themselves, but as I bloom like a flower in the spring I realize that many people don’t want to change for the better. 

The nostalgic feeling of change is frightening. 

It can feel as though the world is collapsing and so are you. 

I want to be able to always feel the warm sunlight faintly on my skin and enjoy the feeling of autumn leaves as you jump until what seems to be a skyscraper of them. 

I want to be able to smell the rain coming and splash in puddles instead of having an oncoming storm brewing in my head. 

As I try to relax and remember my life before change, I can feel my eyes drifting off, my loved ones around me. 

The silent weeping coming from them as they are reminded of the change ahead for their lives. 

But now, my wish of being able to enjoy my life before the remembrance of change can come true. 

I am able to bloom with the flowers and be with the green grass I remember so fondly. 

I hated change. 

Yet, I am a part of change now