Walking out the door of my dorm, into the indecisive Georgia weather. My days in the boarding house came flooding back. Oh the times. The dry clay dust, the unpaved roads, the overgrown forest that surrounded the school, i remembered everything. In too many ways boarding house had shaped me. The school was located on the side of a hill,and everyday i would see the sun set. Leaning on the window sill, i remember watching the sunset through the shutters of a random classroom. The softness of its yellow rays seemed to melt every worry away and my mind would go .......Blank.
Ahh, what the brief moment of serenity could do to the soul. Then reality comes right back with the bell boy jingling the bell for prep time. Prep time occupied about 60% of our time per week in my boarding house and sometimes even more if the headmaster was in a bad mood. If you ever decided to attend this school, you would think our motto was "study till you drop dead". Although it may seem that all we did was study, prep time if our housemistress was ¨suspiciously¨ absent, was how we boarding house students bonded. Wait, the headmaster just stepped in with a whip....................utter silence.
As Always Live Life Righteously
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