Initially, Governor’s School was a battle. Four hundred selected North Carolina students lined up in formation at the entrance to Vann Dorm that sweltering day in June, armed with presumptions and ready to fire competitively into the ranks of their peers upon command. There was no advice to be relayed that would be considered substantial preparation for the journey ahead. How could one articulate the unavoidable intellectual response waiting to be awoken inside each and every one of those young scholars? Standing among them, I looked down at my shoes hesitantly and waited for the initial shot.
We, the academic militia, quickly realized that this encounter would not be just another notch in our sixteen-year-old belts of achievement. Governor’s School was a longer, complicated process abundant in skirmishes of conflicting values and ambushes of epiphanies. Many of us were fledglings to a challenge, but that soon changed. Our minds were bent, pushed past capacity until they were sparking, about to blow…and yet still, we hungered to learn more. I was free to express myself intellectually and creatively without fearing repercussions, and for once in my life, I did not experience a need to be “the best.”
Governor’s School revealed itself to be a revolution: of personal identity, thought, social interaction; and one that cannot be undone no matter how many obstacles we stumble upon. We stood in formation once more on July 28th, tears streaming from our eyes at the finality of fleeting moments. After the minivans were packed and the dusty gravel cloud looming over the parking lot swirled away, my comrades were MIA. After the auditorium doors slammed shut, the snap reverberated in my ears, along with the realization that I would soon retreat to another mediocre eighteen weeks of normal high school. “After the first death, there is no other,” as Dylan Thomas recollects, and I am fully aware that the old Lexi died to the chorus of goodbyes and sniffling. I was reborn the next day, barely awake in my bed and contemplating the incredible impact six weeks could claim over a person.
Before GSE, I was frightened to reveal skepticism towards fact. I was petrified of being open with myself, as well as with others, due to the harsh truth that ignorant responses to certain ideas often translate cruelly. In the nurturing, loving environment that was Governor’s School, I blossomed into a complete person easily acknowledging what I lack, excelling at my strengths, and being at peace with my personal identity. Governor’s School is the most significant chapter of my life thus far, containing a metamorphosis and a climatic descent to reality, but this section lacks resolution. I am beginning to pen a new chapter now, one in which I am unafraid to think as I desire; one in which I am forever lustful to learn.
- Lexi Cribbs
GSE English ‘07
Posted by Anna Diemer
Posted by Anna Diemer
Posted by Anna Diemer