In life there are many mysteries. Who really built the pyramids? What is the meaning of life? Does Mr. Boyd own a pair of pants? And why do the people who move next to a school act surprised and upset when the school asks for adequate space for parking and lights for night-time football games?
Yes, I’m complaining about our school’s wonderful neighbors. Some may think it inappropriate, but I say it's about time. The word "neighbor" usually has a positive connotation--to be called “neighborly” is quite a compliment. In PV, however, "neighbor" is right up there with the other words we can’t say in school.
It’s not that I have a personal grudge with all of the neighbors--plenty of them are my fellow classmates and friends who do not complain. It’s the ones who go to city to hall and act as roadblocks to the fantastic high school experience that we all deserve who I have a problem with.


