In my tenth grade year, I was accepted into the TERRA school program. Its premise is based on the African proverb "It takes a village to raise a child" and it encompasses aspects othrwise not taugh in school, such as religion, environmentalism and much much more. It's a program that immerses you in itself, having separate terra classes and being isolated from the rest of the school and having a class of 30 people who you see every day in every class. It was tough, but it was worth the journey. I wrote a little about it and I'd like to share it with you:
It feels like a sort of injustice that Terra is limited to only a school year of ten months. It went by so quickly. Today was the last day of school. I took one last look at my beloved room 307, knowing that this was the last I’d ever see of it as a part of the 2005 terra movement. Ten months ago, I looked at that room with doubts, regrets and fears. Doubts of whether or not I should have joined, Regrets that I shouldn’t have come; that I should have been with everyone else in a NORMAL classroom, Fears that I may not fit in or that my grades would lower. At the beginning of the year, I was profusely antisocial and openly pessimistic about the people around me, school, and life in general. Terra showed me that life is worth living; that life is about being open-minded and trying new things. You progress and grow spiritually that way.
The year started off, and it was really awkward. We were all divided in our social cliques and you could cut the tension with a knife. I was thinking that it would always be like this. Everyone here wanted to branch off and become friends with everyone, but we didn’t know how to do it. We were willing, but we were afraid; we were unsure. Hell, we weren’t even sure about what we were unsure about. All we knew was that each of us felt stuck in a room with thirty someodd people; all of whom we know absolutely nothing about. It wasn’t exciting, it was new. Not whimsical new, mind you; frightening new. None of us could quite grasp what the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into.
Everyone had different reasons for joining Terra. Some wanted to branch off and away from the social confines of sophomoric high school cliques; other jackasses just wanted to go on the trips cause it meant good times and no school. Some of us joined because of both, and others for completely different reasons that to this day elude me. We all soon learned that the trips were more than just good times and no school; and that what we’ve gotten ourselves into would change our very outlook on life.
Yes, the Terra school program has school trips, and we do daytrips that have the goal of helping people in our community, and yes it makes you feel good; but what really makes Terra so great is that it isn’t limited to the school program. You’ll soon learn that Terra is a movement; a philosophy upon which to live. Terra is a way of life, a progression of life, and a positive outlook on life. Terra is a family of thirty people with three teachers as parents. No, Terra is more than that. It’s an inexplicably wondrous thing; whatever it is. And the friendships you’ll gain will be strong because of the foundation you have of being with the same people for ten months (ONLY ten months. It goes by really quickly).
I love Terra and the people I experienced it with. I now look upon room 307 with fond memories, with great love, and with eternal gratefulness. To put a price on Terra is like putting a price on something you can’t touch. You can’t buy friendship or strong bonds; you can’t buy love or camaraderie. You can’t buy incredible memories. Terra is priceless and timeless. My Terra school year may be over, but the movement has only begun for me. I’ll miss you, room 307. Take good care of next year’s Terra movement.
