This, my first blog post ever, is dedicated to the person who recently showed me how to access the blog I was too busy, lazy, or afraid to find on my own. Also to the person who sent me a gift that made me cry. And of course to all of you.

Today, a sophomore I like expressed genuine interest in going to the Mountain School. I had been waiting for this moment since the new pamphlet arrived in the mail, and probably for the past few months. I told her some sappy, rambling things, and she understood what I was trying to say. But I wish I had simply told her that Mountain school is for four months in Vershire, Vermont, and then a feeling that lasts afterwards (forever I hope) I don’t always recognize it, but it helps my daily confidence, it encourages me to reach out, to be lighthearted, and reminds me to appreciate and reflect. I forget sometimes, but it is with me every morning that I wake up, and it is carrying me through the shit parts of senior year, and the great parts too.

It took a little while to settle in, but now that I have the Mountain School feeling, I just want to share it, and that will sometimes mean directing others to Vershire. I am ready, thrilled, to be someone’s guide.

and yes obviously I wish I were still reading wordsworth and frost in english class.