As I See It
Anyone who knows the School knows that in the Fourth Grade September means first neckties. At Morning Meeting last Friday I sat next to a small fourth grader who told me his name was Benoit. “It’s French,” he said. I told him that I liked his snappy bow tie and asked, was it a clip-on? He confessed he didn’t know how to tie a real one. I told him it wasn’t so hard. “Just a bow really, like tying your shoes, but you have to fiddle with it some.” He looked skeptical but willing to give it a try. Benoit seemed prepared to try a lot of things this year.
Later that day—a bright, blue sky—the second fire drill of the year and the descent of the Upper School to 78th Street when, because of construction, the older boys and their teachers got a one-time peek at the new parts of the School, not entirely a school as yet, but startlingly beautiful, a gleaming feast of glass and light and air that seems to float behind the 19th century façade. It’s very exciting to see it.
A schoolhouse for Benoit, I thought.
Fortiter et Recte!
David Kersey h'98
