Genuinely Giancarlo

Yesterday, I had the chance to watch my school's basketball team take on the Copper Hills Grizzlies (an all-too-familiar foe) in the Utah 5A state championship game. It was an exciting game, and I enjoyed every minute of it. The best part was when the final buzzer sounded, and it was truly official: We were state champions! And it was sweet! As a school, we were just so pumped and so happy and, for a minute, the cliques dissolved and we became what we should always be: a family. We were so overrun with joy and thrilled with the electricity of victory that we didn't care about social circles. For that moment, we were all friends, and it's a moment I will try to never forget. So yeah, you could say I was pretty happy. But yesterday, I discovered that along with utmost jubilation comes the inevitable heartbreak. While we were celebrating the win, the students and the players at Copper Hills were feeling the depths of frustration and sorrow and sadness and everything el...

Disclaimer: this is an account based on my own personal, firsthand experience. In truth, the experience is pretty limited. It's pretty biased, and may not be 100% accurate. If I offend you, I apologize in advance and I hope that you can understand that I meant nothing against you or the fantastic school I'm writing about (or the students therein). If you're looking for something that talks about Bingham's history of success without talking about it in the way I do, go check out this article: http://www.southjordanjournal.com/2015/08/10/82006/miner-magic-fact-or-fiction And so, I begin. If there's one thing you need to know about Bingham High School, it's that they're really good. At, well, just about everything. This is an image of a wall in the gymnasium at Bingham. Those are state championship banners, and there is an equal amount or greater on the wall on the opposite side of the gym. To be fair, Bingham's history is long, and you coul...