We all had to undergo a process to enter high school whether or not it was by SATs or other forms of tests. Each person chose a high school that they wanted to go to. It doesn't matter if you got the school you wanted. High school should never be the biggest worry of your life because it is a preparation (unless your education ends at high school.) . A preparation for the outside world. We have always been preparing and until now none of that was relevant to me. I finally met the coordinator for high school placement and the principal for Nashoba. Going in I thought they both would be a lot scarier. Even walking into high school was a trauma experience. Just looking around seeing the 6 to 7 foot giants walk causal around their school.
Eons later I had hobbled my way to the front office where I would meet this 'placement counselor'. I braced myself walking in to see a series of tests in front of me with a hundred questions I didn't know the answers to. When I walked in all I could see was a desk one piece of paper and a small lady sitting on a swivel chair. As I gracefully stumbled into a chair in her rather tidy office. Now feeling rather comfy settled in I look down to the dreaded test. To my surprise it was a blank sheet with my name on the top. I then looked around to see no test papers in the vicinity. Sighing with relief I go over the basics banter (how was your day, small chat). I was just in and out I signed my very messy signature under a permission sheet, then I was gone; poof just like that I was done. I don't know if I did something wrong during that small slot of time, I mean hopefully not, but I don't know.
Now if you are wondering how I met the principal well it is an interesting story. It begins in the lobby where I was suppose to meet my mom after she had finished discussing my classes for next year. Next I see a rather large man stop abruptly in front of me and ask me 'by any chance do you have a brother named Czar?'. Completely lost for a moment I heard a bell ring in my head. My brother's latin name was Czar, was this man the latin teacher? Before I could answer he must've seen the confusion on my face and introduced himself as the principal of Nashoba. If you ever have one of those moments you talking skills get throw out the window, well I was having one of those moments. After bumbling my name through whatever magical force that kept me going within this conversation I begin to relate with him on Nashoba classes and other activities that I have attended. The principal seemed like a nice guy overall and told me if I wanted to see my brother within school hours and surprise him. Wanting to explore the Nashoba school I said yes.
Then something occurred with me while I was walking down the hallway. People were very open to me at Nashoba not just the teachers, but also the people who stopped and said hi just because I was new. They made an effort to reach out and say hello to make me feel just a little more comfortable by knowing them that much more. It was an eye opening a experience to see the kindness of those students completely change my view of high school.
High school shouldn't be something you have to survive.
High school is something you should thrive in.