An Independent School • Grades 5-12

by Jingyi W. ’21

I’ve seen the Upper School throughout the years during tailgates and mile runs and, especially in fifth grade, it had all seemed so large and thrilling. I loved that the brick buildings seemed similar to a college campus, that there were multiple theaters, and that the chapel had an entire lower floor that I’d only found out about during the optional end-of-year tour. However, despite how much the campus has impressed me, I’ve found that there are some downsides.

While this new amount of space is refreshing, it’s also become increasingly frustrating to locate people during free periods. With the Middle School and all its restrictions, students could really only be in a few places, and even those were in fairly close proximity to each other. Now, with the number of empty classrooms and the walk from Allen Gates to the athletic center (a walk that’s far too long for a lazy person like me), I’m constantly pulling out my phone after class to call my friends, complaining for a few minutes about the distance and the cold before heading over to their direction.

I’d never considered buying an umbrella until a few days ago. It rains a lot, but considering that I don’t spend a lot of time outside, it’s never been much of an issue. In the middle school, the only places rain ever bothered me were the small stretch of pavement between the main building and the gym, and the short walk to the parking lot. Now, while I run between classes with friends, all trying to huddle under one responsible person’s umbrella, we constantly debate whether to take the long route through Bliss and avoid the rain for a minute longer.

My friend, when asked, noted specific things that bothered her: the daunting second floor of the library, for example, that’s become a sort of urban legend now, and the very likely possibility of getting lost in Moore Hall. She also mentioned St. Nick’s auditorium and how necessary it is to run to assembly in the fear of sitting on the ground or wedged between two strangers.

The things I’ve pointed out are small, I know, and the way I’ve said them makes me seem a lot more negative than I am. The truth is, at the risk of sounding like a stereotypical, new, and hopeful freshman laughed at by upperclassmen, that this campus makes me excited for high school.

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