My experience of being one of the last students to arrive at FMA was like being the last born in a family of nine siblings. I came on October 3rd a Saturday night. The surroundings were breathtaking and very home-like. Everyone was very nice, but they were all on Level One. I was on Pre-Level One, so I couldn’t talk to anyone except during work chores or at meals. My free time was spent in my room.
I spent Sunday in my room doing a paper on Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. During the next week, in class, I felt like the other students understood the material better than I did. But I worked hard and caught up, and I was able to move to Level One within a week. That was a relief. In classes, I continued to feel as though the other students understood the material better than I did, but it wasn’t too big a deal. I got out of my room within a week. Being on Level One was a reward.
I’ve been here, at FMA, for one month. At first, I was sad to think that no other new students would come after me, but then Cree arrived, so I’m no longer the youngest in our family.

One Response to The Newest Student by Hope A.

  1. bernal.allen says:


    I enjoyed reading your perspective on being the newest student!

    Mother Hen

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