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Snapshots Through my Education

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Honk. Honk. 

Eyes open just as the sun comes up. The big sunshine yellow bus sits, waiting for me as I pull the velcro on my shoes snugly across the tops of my little feet, pink Barbie backpack hung neatly over my shoulders. 

I blink and I am in the middle of Ms. Thomas' classroom, showing off my latest story to the class. This time its about the dinosaurs that tried eating my dog for breakfast.

I blink and I am walking down the corner, to all the third classrooms. As a measly second grader my knees start to shake, but then I remember my duty as the official mailwoman of Dutch Neck School, and I march on fearlessly.

I blink and I am finally in third grade, waiting to move onto bigger and better things. It is the last time I shake hands with Mr. Grabell on my way out to catch the bus...

I blink... and my two years in upper elementary blur together, not quite making sense, but only evoking the excitement of finally becoming a middle schooler.

I blink and I am in a sea of braces and glasses. While the pigtails have started to go away, I see Ugg boots and mini skirts take its place. But I was too busy with my math book under my nose to really pay attention to that.

I blink and my years as a middle schooler come to a close and I walk down the aisle of teachers, reaching their hands out to congratulate me and the 364 other students in my class.

Just as I blink, I am walking down the halls of High School North, so used to being at the top, that this idea of listening to the seniors makes no sense.

I blink and get lost in the halls, fearing for my life when I see the big shadows of upperclassmen closing in on me. Then lost under the piles of Chemistry, Calculus, Biology, and Spanish textbooks that stand as tall as me. Then lost behind the unique characters of my peers that seem to have accomplished so much more than me in high school. 

I blink and it is all over... walking around a campus scented with the smell of freshly cut grass, of the trees swaying in the wind, of the fleeting nature of my own education.

Honk. Honk.

I close my eyes, as I lay in bed in my new home. The big blue bus leaves for Haverford, as I look out of my window, rain boots pulled up over my ankles, messenger bag slung over my shoulders.


Bryn Mawr College... my current educational destination.