
Waterford: Return to My High School
When was the last time you walked the hallways of your high school? I swear those classrooms were bigger, doorways taller, and common spaces intimidatingly more judgmental. It was 25 years ago that I was last able to grace the very classrooms I once sat in, eyes peering out the window, wishing I could be somewhere else, while struggling to make it through another day of focus and study. I attended a private school called Waterford, tuition as great as some universities, and it was a major sacrifice to my parents financially to give me the gift of such education. I still have no idea how they could afford to send my siblings and I there. It was in these halls where fast friendships were forged, crushes and hopes of romance were dashed, and my aspirations to star in the NBA changed in the blink of an eye upon being discovered by a music teacher who heard me singing in the hall and set my feet on the correct life path. A few weeks ago, Waterford called and asked me to help out with their annual day of giving, where I would take over their Instagram for a day













