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THE NEXT CHAPTER

by Maisy Seckler

For 9 years, my mornings have started with a scenic drive to school. The verdant mountains, flashes of yellow school busses, and the stark spray paint splayed across the hill have greeted me from my first day of kindergarten to my eighth grade graduation. My two older brothers are both MMRHS alumni. So I envisioned the end of my BHRSD student career, just like theirs. Clothed in maroon, surrounded by my fellow peers, marching into the Tanglewood shed with the proud melody of pomp and circumstance, ready to receive my diploma. However, my recent hunger for change proved me otherwise.

I tried cutting my hair, buying new clothes, redecorating my room, but none of these were satisfying my hunger for change. Finally, I realized that what I was seeking was more than a materialistic item. I wanted a change of scenery, a change of pace, a change of people. I wanted to start a life in a new community. In search of change my grandfather’s childhood came to mind. He attended Williston Academy, and graduated in the year 1949. He always spoke so highly of his time at boarding school. His praise stuck in the back of my mind while I thought about how I would affect change in my life. My ultimate decision was to apply to an independent private school.

My entire seventh grade year was consumed by the process that determined my new future. I was swamped with countless hours of studying, rigorous tutoring sessions, writing essays, filling out applications, intimidating interviews, and intriguing visits. At first, I was overwhelmed by the amount I had to involve myself. I was naive to think
I could sit in the back seat while my parents drove. To excel in the competitive world of independent school applicants, you have to open your eyes and realize that you have the power that determines your future. Choosing to study SSAT words or write a short essay on an application instead of Snapchatting or watching Netflix, is a decision that involves dedication and a desire to succeed.

At 8:00 am on Saturday March 10 2019, I rolled over to turn off my alarm and check my phone (my vice). To my surprise, I was greeted with a “Congrats, you’re incredible!! So proud of you, you deserve this!” text from my parents. I will never forget the feeling that invaded my body the day I was accepted to my dream school. I was honored, and excited, and proud. Yet I was nervous, stressed, and confused at the same time. With my eighth grade graduation in just three short days, I have begun to reminisce on my time as a student in the BHRSD community. I sit on the curb at recess and observe my friends quibble during a four square game. I make sure to laugh a little longer, hug a little tighter, and care a little more. I know that in less than a week, I will no longer be able to share these memories with my friends. I will be moving onto the scenery, people, and community I had been seeking.

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