It was my first day back from Maine, where I resided for most of my summer vacation. With only a few days left until I had to prepare for yet another wondrous journey I decided to get ready for the wild, action packed adventure. Just a few days earlier, I was out shopping for school supplies. I needed to get new pencils, but everyone knows that we lose them like its our job, so I decided to get extra just for preparation. Next came the wondrous binders, I had just bought five one and a half inch binders for each subject and they were all stocked with new, crisp lined paper. And over the summer I grew a lot, which left me with no school clothes to wear. To fix that, I stocked up on khaki shorts and golf shirts. I figured that this would last me about three months . And last but not least, the mothership almost everyone shows up with a cool new backpack each year, so I decided to break the trend. I stuck with my old Eddie Bauer back pack which surprisingly held through my quest through seventh grade with Mr. Patch. After all of my new stuff was taken in and set up I was truly ready for another wonderful year at The Fenn School.
I was so excited for the school year ahead of me, I just couldn't wait. I was counting down the long and what seemed to be agonizing days that were holding me back from my new quest ahead of me. Twice a day, every day for the remaining week I had left to wait, I would hop onto my trusty laptop and go on Fenn.org and select the “My Groups” section and analyize the changes that had been made. If I found out who my advisor was I would immediately ask all of my friends if they had found out who their advisor was. And the same went for every class that I had. You could say that I was the stereotypical eager schoolboy who was ready to get down to business. I was hankering and ready to start my new hero cycle. I wanted to overcome hardships and become a better student but more important than that, a better person.
I wanted to start this new year, but I still was not 100% sure. Did I really want to leave my leisurely life where I had nothing to worry about and I had all the freedom a 13 year old boy could ask for? Or should I start a new journey with my fellow classmates? It took a little convincing from my parents to completely push me over, but let me tell you, they did that job perfectly. I was so excited nothing could contain me, I had set up all of my stuff in an ornate fashion ready to be thrown in the back of the car and shipped off to Fenn .Counting down the hours until school would start I could not sleep, I was a roman gladiator ready to smash his cowering foe and be crowned a king, but the only thing that could hold me back, was time. The day had finally come. It was September 8th and the beginning of a new year and a new adventure. I woke up, got ready, ate my breakfast ,and hopped in to my mom’s car and headed off to Fenn. Stepping out of my mother’s Buick Enclave, the only word that come out of my mouth was, “ WOW”
Fenn has taught me a lot throughout my four years here. I have learned important values such as Honesty, Respect, Empathy and Courage. I have learned that nothing comes easy and you must work hard to achieve your goals. I have learned that the feeling of winning your match against Fey is one of the best feelings that there is. But most importantly, the school has taught me to cherish every given moment because you can never relive that moment. That one time that I was at Windsor Mountain and I was hobbling around like a pirate with my three broken toes with my fellow advises, I was having a blast in that moment. But the sad part is I can come back to that moment . As bad as I want it , it can never happen. What I could do, and what I did, was be as thankful and happy as I possibly could. I want to cherish every moment that I can, because every moment here at Fenn should never be forgotten.
Now that I am here reflecting on my eighth grade year, I realize that I could have been a bit more respectful, to my peers and teachers. I really wish I embodied respect. If I want to have others respect I must be kind, caring and amicable. Because no one will give their respect to a boy who shows none himself. I find it very important that respect is not given, its earned. You can't strut in to class acting like you're the man and all of a sudden expect respect from your fellow classmates.YOU have to prove that you are the man and they Should respect you. I'm not saying that you need to be some crazy guy doing anything he can do just to gain others respect. You must be kind, caring and amicable and that is it. And my last point about respect, is that it must be mutual.I feel like respect is a lot better and satisfying when it is mutual. You respect that person for what he does and he will respect you for what you do.
The one time I felt like completely embodied respect this year was when I was in thirds soccer with Mr. Cobblah. As some of you may know I am not the best at soccer , but I would say that I should be able to compete at levels above, “Squad Soccer.” Just two weeks before tryouts, I had broken three of my toes in my left foot, and if you think thats bad, all of the growth plates were shattered as well. So this meant no soccer for about four weeks. And if any of you know me from an athletic standpoint, you'll know that I want to play sports no matter what. So, without telling anyone about my foot , I went to tryouts ready to go. It only took me three minutes to realize that I should not be doing this. So, I headed off the and went to the nurse. So I ended up missing tryouts and three weeks of sports. Now back to the respect message.
I had came back to sports on a Thursday once my doctor had finally sent in the sports note. To start out practice, we went straight into a scrimmage. In the first ten minutes of this scrimmage I had witnessed some of the worst soccer in my whole life. How was I going to respect my teammates for what they did? Some of them still didn't know how to throw the ball in correctly. Over the course of a couple weeks, I tried to open myself up a bit and showed my teammates a bit more respect. Gradually I was a nicer, more caring and a more amicable kid on the soccer team. It took me a while for my teammates to earn my full respect, but when they did, It was one of the best times I had ever had. Knowing that we were all here for the same reason was amazing. All we wanted to do was play soccer. It didn't matter what our skill level was, we just wanted to play, and finally we all respected each other and we were finally a real team.
The second thing that I would like to reflect on in my eighth grade year would have to be the wonderful aspect of courage. Courage is very important for a kid like me who was to triplet sisters. You never know what will hit you when you turn the corner, literally. Courage to me means that you are will to step out of your comfort zone and face your fears, whether it be heights or trying out a new sport . I strongly believe that people should take chances because the only thing that can come out of it is an experience that you can learn from. If one does not show or have courage he or she will have a hard time in life. Imagine not trying something, you may never know if you like that certain thing or not. You gain nothing from watching, so get off your butt and try some new things and you may find a new passion like I did.
I think i embodied courage at it's finest just a few weeks before coming in to the eighth grade. In mid July I was scheduled to head off to my first overnight camp. I was scared to death, I did not want to go. What is it like there? How do I know if i'll like it? How are the people there? All of these question ran through my mind like an antelope getting chased by a lion. I only wanted to go for one reason, and that was the experience. Yes I wanted to meet new people from around the world, but I was going for the experience. It was my last day in Biddeford Pool ME for four weeks. I said my goodbyes to my friends and I told them I would see them next year. Once that sad task was passed me, I threw my trunk in to the back of my mom's car and off we went to Winona.
I had some of the greatest moments of my life there at Winona. I had meet so many friends that I still talk to today. I had tried so many things that I would have never done if I stayed at my house in Biddeford Pool. I had become such a better person in those 3 three weeks, ( I left early due to severe allergies), I learned that everything is worth a shot. It never hurts to be courageous, only good things can come out of it.
With only a fews days left here at school we must live our last few moments of this wonderful adventure with pride and happiness. We must live our lives to the fullest. We must connect with our classmates for one last time. We must make these last few days count. There is not turning back. In four months from now our grade will be cut in half and we may never see some of our greatest friends ever again. So why not now? Spend time with you friends. Go ahead and have a blast. Reach your hand out and help a friend who is in need. Make this year go down in history. Leave your legacy behind for others to follow. Make the most out of your last days of Fenn. Have no regrets. Fenn is a beautiful place that should never be forgotten. Fenn should be made the most out of. We only have 5 or 6 years to be at such a wonderful place. All I'm saying is finish strong, its in you hands. Because after June 6th our lives will be changed for ever. Nothing Gold Can Stay.