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  • Rethinking Africa: The staff of the African Advocacy Network includes Joe Sciarrillo, pictured here with Jean Elias Xavier, Director Aboudou Traore, Charles Jackson and Clementine Ntshaykolo outside their office in the Dolores Street Community Services building. They help a growing number of African immigrants to the Bay Area who may number as many as 50,000.
  • Retiring Pillars: SI’s faculty surprised Fr. Sauer in May with applause and flowers after the announcement of his reassignment.
  • The SI boys’ lacrosse team enjoyed what may have been best year since its founding nearly a quarter century ago. The lacrosse press ranked the team among the top 15 in the nation as SI turned in another undefeated season in league play – its fourth undefeated season since it joined the WCAL in 2010.
  • Richard Driscoll ’06, a performance engineer for Oracle Team USA that will defend the America’s Cup in September, is among the few locals hunkering down in Pier 80 off Marin Street, where they work 65-hour weeks to make sure that Ellison’s boat sails twice as fast as the wind and maneuvers with precision and power as it takes on challengers from around the world.
  • Retiring Pillars: Since the 1970s, Mary McCarty made sure Latin was a living language for students in her classes.
  • Rethinking Africa: Ira Shaughnessy ’00 spent two years in Ghana from 2007 to 2009 working with the Bormase helping with the cultivation of the Moringa tree, whose leaves are rich in vitamins.



The SI Renaissance Man

By Morgan Badillo '15           
Contributing Editor

Once upon a time, in a not so far off land, where the sun lays its weary head at the end of the day, there lived a young boy.  He dreamed of castles and of knights, of ogres and of tigers.  He would look up at the evening sky and, if it wasn't too foggy, he could see the stars.  He wanted nothing more than to reach up and grab them and hold them in his grasp.  It was this drive, this passion, this dream that made him who he was. 

Soon, that boy began to age.  Though he outgrew his clothes, he never outgrew his adventurous spirit.  One day, he dawned a polo shirt and embarked on the greatest and most terrifying adventure yet: high school.  The great castle terrified him as he first stepped over the threshold, but he decided that it would become his kingdom.  He became a knight, valiantly galloping with the others in glistening helmets against any opponent that appeared in yellow dragons.  He explored the dungeons home to the jesters and storytellers, advancing through the ranks and mystifying the audiences who came to see the shows.  Most of all, he became a scholar.  After school he would sit and discuss literature with the teachers, which would spawn discussions of the world and he would laugh and smile the brightest smile the kingdom would ever know.  He might even shed a tear or realize something new about himself that he only discovered with the help of the wise ones.  He became famous in his kingdom and when the time came, he hoped to rule it.  The citizens appointed him and once again that smile appeared. 

Some may say that the boy, now a man, knew not what “fear” or what “weary” meant, but he did.  He felt pangs of pain in his muscles after a particularly hard work-out and felt emotionally drained after rehearsal.  He had bags under his eyes after pulling an all-nighter trying to finish that paper that just wasn’t right yet.  He sometimes felt like he had bitten off more than he could chew and thought about quitting, but that was one thing that he did not understand.  He could not, and would not stop. 

And, at two o’clock in the morning, he could be found huddled in blankets under the lamp next to his bed reading or sketching or simply thinking.  It did not matter how tired he was or how long the day had been, for in his heart will always be the hunger for knowledge and adventure: the longing to do something great.  With the help of those around him, whether it is the knights, the jesters, or the scholars, he reaches up for that star.  In his lifetime he never grasps one, but instead somehow in his pursuit he becomes one.  And now another little boy is looking up at him and dreaming of his own adventure.



Posted by on Friday September, 13, 2013


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