« on: June 02, 2006, 03:51:16 PM »
I'm working on a new/improved PS. What do you think of the intro? It will go on to tell the story of an abusive relationship that nearly cost me to give up my dream of even going to college.
Coming back from a field trip to the Indiana University Art Museum, I announced to a bus full of my third-grade peers as we passed the Indiana University School of Law,
“That’s where I’m going to go to school!” Few other students, too exciting by the lunch at McDonald’s we were headed for, paid any attention. My teacher, however, placed her hand on my shoulder and said,
“Of course, you are, Savannah. You can do anything you want to do.” I have never forgotten those words.
Growing up in the small town of Bedford, Indiana, my childhood was typical, filled with Girl Scout meetings, evening softball games, and summers spent at church camp. I was surrounded by other children just like me: white, upper-middle class, Conservative Christian. It is a long-standing joke in my family that my mother cannot spend less than an hour in the grocery store, because she will know and talk to at least five people during every trip. Bedford can be the kind of place that everyone knows everything about everyone else, and people make the same choices and live the same types of lives as their parents and grandparents did before them.