Well seniors… we did it. After a week filled with stress, strength, and spirit we have pulled off one of the greatest feats Broomfield High has ever seen—a clean sweep of homecoming. That’s right. Back-to-back-to-back-to-back.

But it’s not like it was handed to us. There’s a reason why we’ve held up that banner four years in a row. We rock. Yes, maybe I’m a little biased. But ask any teacher here at Broomfield and they’ll tell you how unique we are. I know I’ve heard it countless times from administrators to teachers to janitors to community members. The class of 2019 is one to remember, and last week we made sure of that.

It’s pretty rare to find a group of people as lively and enthusiastic as you. However nearly all of us show our school pride when the time comes to compete for that coveted title. It doesn’t matter if you’re a jock, a nerd, a musician, a loner, or a combination of those things. When spirit week comes all of those labels melt away and we become one group. One class. One family.

So, before our time comes to graduate, and our legacy fades into a distant memory, let’s reflect on these past four years and how they have shaped us into the most passionate class that walk these halls.

Freshman year. How adorably awkward we were. We had no clue about what we were getting ourselves into, but when they crowned us the underclassmen winners, a blissful pride filled our hearts and we knew we were in it for the victory come the next three years. Now, when we look across the gym floor and see the class of 2022, we reminisce on what it was like to be so full of excitement and wonder of the place that would become our second home.

Sophomore year. We were back and stronger than ever, craving another victory and determined to beat the Freshman. Everyone dressed up all week. Everyone yelled as loud as they could. We weren’t worried of losing, we were determined to win. We wanted to exhibit our pride. We wanted to make a statement… and we did.

Junior year. The year of doubt. Surely it was impossible to beat the seniors. No class ever does. Except us. While the odds were not in our favor, we managed to pull off one hell of a win. At times it looked bleak; a blow-out in llabtoof, competitive spirit days, and an extremely intense assembly. We all held our breath as Adam Long was about to announce the winners. But when that defeated look appeared on his face, and he quietly whispered “the Juniors” into the microphone, we knew it was ours for the taking.

Senior year. The last one. Our time to make a statement. Our time to be remembered. Everyone had been preparing for this moment; hours spent at Arc, nights spent practicing for llabtoof or Spirit Boys, reminders sent to everyone to dress up. We earned this win. That’s not to say, however, that we didn’t have a good competition. The Juniors made us work for it. The assembly especially was where we began to bite our nails. After losing nearly all of the games and a tragic upset with the Spirit Boys, our 4-Peat victory was beginning to look like a distant dream that had slipped from our tight grasp. But then a silence fell upon the gym, and the words which we have heard time and time again penetrated the air.

“And this year’s 2018 upperclassmen homecoming winner is the….”

4-Peat.