Published on March 11, 2012—  Leave a comment

What’s Good Enough for Bruce is Good Enough for Me!

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I went to a high school with a pretty rough reputation. Growing up, I would hear constant rumors about how dangerous it was because it pulled from the “other side of the tracks”. According to the gossip, there were gangs, drug deals taking place around every corner…oh, and you could never use the restroom because there were people in there waiting to rob you. I’ll admit, coming from a white picket fence elementary and middle school, the subject of the chatter was extremely out of my element. But, my parents and I knew that what really fueled all the fear was that the high school was extremely diverse and that made people from my “side of town” feel very uncomfortable. That type of fear never sat well with my mom and dad (or me for that matter). Plus, how could I pass up going to the high school where Bruce Springsteen went? ☺ So off I went to face the gangs, drugs and robbers.

What all those gossips failed to mention is the fact that the high school had some of the highest test scores in the district and was home to one of the top math and science specialized programs in the country. It was also a place where I met people of different cultural, religious and ethnic backgrounds, and we all managed to find common ground and get along. I learned about really tough family situations that I never imagined existed. And I met some awesome people that I would have otherwise never come in to contact with. I’m happy to report I was never approached by a gang, forced to take drugs or robbed at any point during my high school career. As far as I’m concerned, my high school prepared me for the real world and that is an invaluable lesson.

It’s ironic that we moved to a town very similar to the diverse town I grew up in. We definitely have the “other side of the tracks” and I’m already starting to hear the buzz about the high school (apparently there are gangs here too). People don’t really want to admit the real reason for their fear, but it’s just as obvious now as it was back when I was in high school. As for us, we plan to send Ryker off to face those same gangs, drugs and robbers that I had to face. With any luck, he’ll learn the same invaluable lessons that I was so fortunate to learn.

– Carly, Chief Mom, Jersey Girl