I'm wearing a cheetah jersey, a pair of jeans trousers, and a hat. By my side is Evie, dressed in the same outfit, as we all marched together with students, alumni, staff, and members of the surrounding community, celebrating the spirit of the hills. You can spot security personnel inspecting the event peacefully by the pavements.
The parade has led to some road closures as the streets are packed with creativity, kids riding in flatbed, traditional, or walking floats. Entertainers dressed in various stuffed costumes are dancing to the instrumental music played by the school band. Ahead of us, a pickup truck with banners throws candies at the walkers.
"Why do I feel a kind of authority?" Evie asks as her eyes wander around the crowd.
I shrug and wrap my arms around her shoulders, support
