On the sunny fall morning of August 23, 1996, my father, Kenny Dyer, and I head out of the driveway for my first day at a private school. Along the ride, my dad tries to present me with his practiced speech filled with valuable life lessons. He leans over to speak to me after turning the country radio station to a slow roar, “Katie, always remember

While he speeds through the Baylor campus, I slouch in the passenger seat of my father’s Crown Victoria, disregarding the posted twenty-five miles per hour speed limit seeming to use the speed bumps as launch ramps. The tires squeal to a sudden halt as we approach the Lower School Building, and I, anxiously and nervously, hop out of the notorious nerd mobile. Trying to embarrass me in front of my new classmates, my cruel-humored father incessantly honks the horn at me and repeatedly waves goodbye saying “Honey, I hope you have a great day at school. I love you.” My face turns crimson red, and I cannot decide whether I want to punch him, laugh, or cry. I later realize that the reason that he tries to embarrass me is to loosen my nerves. He knows me so well that he knows how to reveal the true me by putting me in a corny yet humorous situation. Brushing that incident off my shoulder, I slowly turn around leaving behind my past in order to face my future.

I simply realize that I am among the selected few who have the opportunity of a lifetime and that I will never be the same again. My situation is much different from most of the Baylor seventh graders because I have not grown up on Signal Mountain or Lookout Mountain with the majority of these children; I am the country girl from Ooltewah who has no friends or family ties to Baylor School. I will be leaving behind the childhood friends with whom I have played little league softball and hide-and-go-seek in the front yard. I will need to reach the maturity to take on the great amount of freedom I will receive, which

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