I’ve found that I have remembered the bad times clearer than the good ones. But one instance I can remember as clear as a flawless diamond - my first day at Fenn.
Before Fenn I had lived in Connecticut which wasn’t all that different from Massachusetts. What was different was the school I would be going to. I was leaving the school I had been going to since I was three years old. That can be just a little bit scary for a nine year old. But I did feel that I was going to leave with memories such as the book of poetry my classmates had written for me. This book felt as if it were a scrap book or a time capsule from my days back in third grade and before.
When I arrived at Fenn for my first day I realized something that I hadn’t before experienced - I didn’t know anybody! I felt like I was the only person in the whole school who didn’t know at least one person. But as soon as I walked into the small ILP room I felt like I was going to fit in perfectly. Ms. Star introduced me to the other students and I felt very much at home and in a safe environment. I went on through my day, getting to know my teachers as the day went on till the last class where I could only think about one thing - how the heck will I be able to do this for seven months? I was exhausted! When I got home I just plopped onto the couch and watched TV with my two cats, and quickly fell asleep.