Two Different Worlds

     I began my school career at Bemis, a well designed school where the classrooms surrounded the large and extensive library that was packed with thousands of books that we could read at are liking. There was a gym that we visited every tuesday and thursday where we played games. There was a large art room which was by far my favorite. We went every wednesday and got to make bowls out of clay and masks with feathers and beads. We put on plays and musicals on the stage which is way smaller then I remember. We had three recesses a day on our recently remodeled playgrounds that featured swings, slides, twisty chairs, jungle gyms, and much more that made school seem like one big playdate with all my friends. At the time, my mother had recently got a teaching degree and began working at a school in southfield. And one day she brought me with her. When I pictured the school I imagined one almost identical to Bemis with large playgrounds and TVs that displayed the students and their artwork. However, the picture that I had created in my head did not even come close to what the school was actually composed of. The neat hallways that I was so used to were replaced with peeling yellow paint and dirty floors. There was no art room where children could grow their creativity. And the library--if you could even call it that, was a couple of shelves littered with torn and worn out books. The playground was is exactly how it sounds--ground that you could play on. There was no swings, play structures, or twisty chairs. there was just one big field and a couple of flat balls for kids to kick around. It wasn't until the eye opening visit, that "it flashed upon me" that not everyone had the luxurys I had. I am blessed that I grew up where I did and try not to take things for granted because I learned what I thought was normal is a dream for others.