What it means to belong to Fisher School's National Honor Society

As you may or may not know, I attend(ed) Fisher Public School. These stories are from the Fisher chapter of National Honor Society, of which I will share my own “Yetti” perspective.
My journey as a member of NHS began with the Induction Ceremony, an age-old tradition of which I am strictly forbidden to discuss; although, the rumors of calf-slaughter and floor-length cloaks may or may not be true… What I can mention is that the people chosen are selected for the quality of their character, service, scholarship, and leadership: the overall “elite” who are to continue in their efforts of being  flickering lights against the dank listlessness of the world.
Our very first assignment with Mr. Jago, our advisor also known as "Mr. Jaggs," was the Halloween Party that the NHS hosts for the children of the community. We were to set up games, take tickets, and I was assigned “Yetti: Face-Painter Extraordinaire.” Armed with an arsenal of face-paint and sponges, I dutifully sat at my table: my territory. That night was a big hit with the kids; most of the members dressed up. I recall my friend Stephanie dressing as Hermoine, although one animated little boy asked her if she was supposed to be Harry Potter. Other than wearing a cape, I didn't really dress up, although my lack of costume was quickly overlooked as I worked my magic with the face-paint. Who could pass up my advertisements for face-paintings such as lions, monkey fights, and dinosaur/squirrels? Still, there were more requests for flowers and butterflies.
We took the longest time setting up the "Haunted Hallway" where we boarded up a hallway and covered the walls and lights in black, creating a setting of the utmost creepy proportions with cotton, music, and props. We had a few seniors that needed to get some volunteer hours in, so they helped with trying to scare little kids in the hallway. My favorite part of the night had to be when we were working at our stations and suddenly we saw someone frantically run out of the "Haunted Hallway" screaming "I'm just a little girl!" Success!
The NHS at Fisher also hosts the annual Snowball event that consists of an end-of-the-week dance in addition to a week of dressing up according to the day. We had to come up with the ideas for what we thought would be fun for people to dress up as. One of my ideas was Hobo Day; needless to say, my ideas weren't very favored. People wanted to go with the old, traditional Pajama Day, which I abhor with the utmost passion. Pajama Day is not a challenge and requires no creativity whatsoever. There cannot possibly be any advanced planning or scheming of ways to make someone's pajamas more spectacular than the next person's. Yetties do not condone Pajama Day if only for the concept behind said Pajama Day: conforming to the lifestyles of the unmotivated by creating a day that requires no effort, so there is no possibility of failure. Hobo Day would have been much better.
The National Honor Society also had to formulate the layout of the dance. This year we procrastinated until the day of, and all we had to work with was tool. It looked pretty nice considering the materials we had, and the appearance was complimented by the  students. The dance itself was...alright. There was an "NHS waiting table" in the corner by 11 p.m. where most of the members had congregated, exhausted from the day's work. We pertinaciously decided to have a "build-your-own snowball" next year. Actually this year there was barely, if any, snow so we also have "desolate-wasteland dance" in mind for next coming year.
One other change that I would have liked to enforce next year is how we conduct meetings. This year the meetings were quite informal. We would take our lunches to Mr. Jago's room, but the trouble was that other people could come in when they pleased. Also, the time and date of our meetings was always written on the white-board in the English room. This simply could not do.
For the upcoming year I would have liked to see a few things happen. First of all, we would have to make a certain secret sign or call that we would post in the hallways, which only members would be able to decipher. We would then proceed to the music room where our cloaks/capes are hidden, in addition to our fake mustaches, which would be to keep our identities a secret.  We would gradually make our way to the meeting room, which would change depending on the day, in ninja stealth. When we finally get there we would lock the door, forbidding intruders or confused wanderers passage. We'd conduct our meetings using parliamentary procedure and arrange desks and tables to properly fit each person accordingly, depending on their superiority in position.  
I very much enjoyed my first and only year in NHS and am sad to be leaving my friends. This upcoming year would have been a great experience. With the seniors finally gone we could have ordered bow ties and capes!  Not that the seniors were a nuisance or anything, they were very approachable and helpful when we needed it, but with each new year come new ideas and I would have loved to have seen mine put into effect.