For those of us who know George School, the moment we drive onto campus there’s a flood of associations and memories that connect us to the place. However, it’s really not like that for those who have never heard of the school. It’s easy to forget that, every day, people are having that first experience of being a stranger here.
I remember mine as clear as day. I was on a business errand in Bucks County and happened to drive past George School, which, as a boarding school, was a place I imagined as severe and prison-like … a place you escaped from if you could. It was a beautiful spring afternoon. From my car, I could see kids running around the track, rounding that corner close to the road. I thought to myself, feeling smug and benevolent, "Ah, isn’t it nice … they let them out in the sun!”
Not two years after that drive-by encounter, I was working in admission at George School and living in the dorm. Without realizing it, I had become "they”… whatever that meant.
It doesn’t take much effort to be mindful of what something familiar must look like to a stranger. Try it. What were your first impressions of George School? Thinking back … are you amused?