If you had told me three years ago that I would end up going to a big New England prep school, I wouldn't have believed you. When I came through the front gates of campus on my first day, I felt as if I was walking into the color part of The Wizard of Oz. I've felt my points of reference expanding every day since.
I'm a writer and a founder of the Hermonite newspaper. I write film reviews, and when a new issue comes out, there are always teachers—even ones I've never had in class—who talk to me about what I've written. Support like this has encouraged me to write more outside of class. This year, for the first time, a short story of mine was accepted in Mandala, the school's annual arts magazine.
Being a day student at NMH is like having two full-time jobs. In what little free time I have, I like trying to find new places on campus. I also like looking at all the wild books they have in the library. I wish I had the time to read them. Mostly, though, I spend my free time standing hopelessly around areas frequented by girls I'd like to get to know better.