Over the past year, you may have heard that living through a global pandemic was like living through a movie. I don’t know about living through one, but when I was middle school age, watching movies was just a LOT different. We either went to the theater, went to a video store to rent a VHS tape to watch at home on our VCR’s, or waited for the movie to come out on cable or commercial television. The versions of the movies that we saw on commercial television however, were usually sanitized for a family audience, which is how I saw most of my ‘80’s movies in the Boyd household. One of those movies was The Breakfast Club.
If you’ve not seen The Breakfast Club, it is about a group of 5 high school students assigned detention on Saturday…ALL DAY SATURDAY (not just two hours like our Saturday School). These five students are from completely different cliques at their high school and are all in detention for different reasons, which they eventually share with each other. What they come to discover over the course of the day is that they are more alike than they are different. Each of them has their own unique struggles that have shaped who they are. They arrived as five individuals but left detention that Saturday afternoon in Shermer, Illinois as the Breakfast Club.
I love the message of this movie. The Breakfast Club is an 80’s classic and one of my all-time favorites. And if you get the chance to watch it, I hope you see the same edited and family friendly version that I did many years ago. But I’ve always wondered one thing…why was there never a sequel to The Breakfast Club? It could have been because of the actors in the Brat Pack and their scheduling or availability. It could have been about director John Hughes moving on other projects. But I have always wondered…was it because the sequel would have been about school on Monday? Did anything change after Saturday? Was their shared experience strong enough to overcome the return to normal on Monday morning? I wonder…did the Breakfast Club ever eat at the same lunch table?
Students, as the Class of 2025, you have the unique and once in a lifetime opportunity to choose how you begin again as you head to high school in the fall as 9th graders. My ask, as you leave us, is to reflect on our shared experience, to remember that we are all more alike than we are different, we are all shaped by our own unique experiences, and that “each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.”