I’m a Bell.
That’s not a joke. I actually am a Bell. Also a Lion and a (no, really) Pedant. Not exactly a Beaver or a Cub, although I’ve spent more time at Caltech than most students and I was at Loyola High as a staff member long enough to qualify as a member of both communities.
I’m talking about mascots. CGU’s mascot is the Pedant (an ant wearing a mortarboard, although the choice of words was tongue in cheek and intentional), LMU’s mascot is the Lion, and Bellarmine College Preparatory‘s mascot is the Bell. Archibishop Mitty students were Monarchs. St. Francis students were Lancers. We were the Bells.
I hated that mascot. Apparently every so many years someone would suggest a name change and the alumni would all vote it down. I always wanted someone to explain to me what sort of collective idiocy that represented. Not because of the inevitable jokes about “Belles” (after all, thanks to Saturday Night Live I was immune to gender-based “insults” by the time I got to high school), but because it was a lame mascot. Bells call you to be spiritual, or they call you to dinner, or announce the time. They don’t call you to a contest, which is what your mascot is actually supposed to be doing, right?
You don’t follow a bell onto a gridiron. You follow a bell to vespers.
Now, I’m a little older. What’s interesting to me, though, is that I still don’t like the Bell mascot. I don’t dislike the Pedant; really when you’re in grad school a funny mascot (particularly a self-deprecating one) ought to appeal to you. High school is different, though, just like teenagers are different from adults. Sports are important when you’re in high school, even if you’re like I was and aggressively ignore them while you’re there. They mean something to the community at large. And you still don’t follow a bell onto a gridiron.
I find it mildly amusing that I still get annoyed about my high school mascot. What’s yours? Did you like it?