DEERFIELD REFLECTIONS
finding yourself Coming to Deerfield Academy is one of the bravest things I’ve ever had to do. I remember leaving home on a Sunday evening. As is our culture, a ceremony had been organized at my home and everybody I knew had been invited. Amidst the feasting and sharing of fond memories, there was a subtle tension that had pervaded the afternoon. My parents were happy that I was getting a chance to study abroad but were also very apprehensive about my departure and imminent loneliness in a far away country —a country to which they had never been. My three sisters and two brothers were all over me wishing me the best, beside themselves with pride and telling me that they hoped I would invite them to join me in that cool place that I was going to. “All alone? How awesome is that?” Coming to Deerfield, I was faced with the challenge of having only one year, when most of my classmates had had three or four years, to take advantage of all that Deerfield has to offer and to make my mark on the 24