How can I even begin to describe my sense of place or my sense of purpose at this school? I don’t think I can explain it; I don’t know if I will ever be able to even understand it.
This school is a part of me and I’m a part of it. It is…it’s like a kid to me. Is that analogy too cliché?
I want it to be healthy. I want it to be happy. I respect it. I want to guide it but give it independence. I occasionally get upset and want to admonish it. I care so deeply about every single organ and every single digit in it, it keeps me awake at night worrying and awake at night dreaming.
And at the end of the day, I am so, so proud of it and will always, always love it.