Left and right. Polar opposites, at least when you see them written out like that. However, these words have another meaning, and it seems many people fail to realize that left and right are opposites in that context as well. But I know. I've learned. What is left is not right
Rewind to 200. I was just in seventh grade, kind of lonely, and rather bright (at least when it came to school work.) After taking the ACT that year, the schools started bombarding me with materials- letters, emails, and the like coming from every corner of the country. Most of them got tossed aside, not deserving of a second glance. After all, public school is free. Pubic school is what people do. Public school is what my parents expected of me. I had no real drive to run away to boarding school, anyway.
It's almost funny, how one little flier changed the course of my life. I don't think I ever saw it, but someone in the house must have. "CONSERVE SCHOOL," I imagine it read, "ethics, environment, innovation." Those gold letters caught my mother's eye, I suppose, because lo and behold, late that summer we were in a car bound for Land O' Lakes, Wisconsin for the first time.
We never expected to fall in love with it the way we did, or I did at any rate. If you haven't been to Conserve, you can't imagine the sheer beauty of it. Driving on to campus along that twisted road through the forest, a lake is almost always in views. You can't spend more than a few hours there without catching a glimpse of a deer or being completely enchanted by a chorus of a thousand birds. Life was everywhere, and before you knew it, it was in you, too.
It doesn't stop there, though. The campus itself is a dream. The buildings are gorgeous- open, light, northwoodsy. When I first walked into the Lowenstein Academic Building (LAB), my jaw dropped to the floor. I was standing in this massive room, the most gorgeous that I had ever seen. A lightly drizzling wate
Rewind to 200. I was just in seventh grade, kind of lonely, and rather bright (at least when it came to school work.) After taking the ACT that year, the schools started bombarding me with materials- letters, emails, and the like coming from every corner of the country. Most of them got tossed aside, not deserving of a second glance. After all, public school is free. Pubic school is what people do. Public school is what my parents expected of me. I had no real drive to run away to boarding school, anyway.
It's almost funny, how one little flier changed the course of my life. I don't think I ever saw it, but someone in the house must have. "CONSERVE SCHOOL," I imagine it read, "ethics, environment, innovation." Those gold letters caught my mother's eye, I suppose, because lo and behold, late that summer we were in a car bound for Land O' Lakes, Wisconsin for the first time.
We never expected to fall in love with it the way we did, or I did at any rate. If you haven't been to Conserve, you can't imagine the sheer beauty of it. Driving on to campus along that twisted road through the forest, a lake is almost always in views. You can't spend more than a few hours there without catching a glimpse of a deer or being completely enchanted by a chorus of a thousand birds. Life was everywhere, and before you knew it, it was in you, too.
It doesn't stop there, though. The campus itself is a dream. The buildings are gorgeous- open, light, northwoodsy. When I first walked into the Lowenstein Academic Building (LAB), my jaw dropped to the floor. I was standing in this massive room, the most gorgeous that I had ever seen. A lightly drizzling wate
