Dear Old Meadowbrook still rings true in my heart – and as cheesy as that sounds, it’s true. And I bet it is true for a lot of other students who have gone through Meadowbrook. As a new mom to a sweet baby girl, Charlotte, I have begun to think about her education and how much importance I place on it. In these times I think of Meadowbrook and all it did for me because it is where I grew up. I would love for Charlotte to go to such an inspiring place to receive her education.
I owe Meadowbrook quite a bit. It is there that I learned to be independent, whether it was being a “waiter” for the younger kids when I was in fourth grade, or running a book fair or Apple Festival or the Post Office. It is where I learned to be confident in myself because I constantly had the opportunity to present and speak to audiences; queue the “Gods atop Mt. Olympus,” or running assembly in front of the whole school, or standing up tall and singing a solo in music class when I was a terrible singer. It is where I learned the importance of tradition and history as I treasured Field Day, and ice skating, and Red-Gray soccer year after year. My family and I still talk about these traditions to this day.
I went on from Meadowbrook, begrudgingly, to Penn Charter for high school and the University of Pennsylvania for college. After 17 years of schooling, I decided I wanted more so I attended law school at Temple University and even added another year on for my masters in tax. Throughout this insanely long educational run, my base was always the things I learned at Meadowbrook – the independence and the self-sufficiency, the “Meadowbrook Confidence,” (yes, that is a proper noun) and the undeniable rigorousness of the curriculum always seemed to keep me prepared for what was next.
I recently went back to Meadowbrook for a visit and it is nice to see that most things haven’t changed. There were still long lists of homophones in the first grade class, students playing in extended day, mailboxes set up for the post office, plaques with the names of color captains from years past, singers in the music room, and most poignantly and obviously, very happy students walking around with their teachers. All of these things helped shape me into the person I am today and I am proud to see that magic of Meadowbrook is still going strong.