How I Got To Boarding School

My life has been a series of changes. I constantly changed homes, and as I grew, faces and bodies, and then also personalities. One thing I thought I would never change is the fact that I was a public school student. Something I could say easily with pride. I looked forward to working my way up, gaining admission to choice colleges by my sheer dedication and hard work. I had always been a diligent student and knew I would be taking the maximum every step of the way.
However, a realization hit me my Freshman year of high school. I was looking through the graduating class acceptance list and there were few schools on there that I would have considered going to. Many of the students who wound up at mediocre colleges took many of the same classes that I myself planned to take and they participated in various extra-curricular programs also. I got on the internet (my ever faithful companion) and proceeded to check out some other schools and their acceptance rates. Meanwhile, my aunt, a boarding school alumna, had sent out applications to some of the local boarding schools. Boarding school had never been an option for me, unless I had been dreaming about Hogwarts and magic wands, but after I was accepted I began to question further: was public school right for me?
In the end I went, and took with me a hefty chunk out of my parents’ pocket. Don’t be alarmed now, there is a ton of financial aid available. I might even qualify next year. This year, because I had not even considered going originally, my parents never filled out the required forms. My experiences at boarding school would qualify me, maybe not to rate every boarding school across the country, but to offer some information, or guide potential students into this complicated new world.