It looks like a castle. Built in the 1920’s it sits high above the town on what was called “Honeysuckle Hill”. Other schools now call it the “dump on the hump”.
When we were looking for our new town we let Sarah decide what school she wanted to attend. My mom grew up in Glen Ellyn and spent 9th-11th grades at Glenbard West. She left after her junior year back in 1944 because her Dad got transferred to Ohio. It wasn’t an option for her to stay behind with a friend or her mom for her senior year. People didn’t “do” that back in the ‘40’s.
Sarah was drawn to Glenbard West because of her grandma and it really is a cool old brick building. The atmosphere on the day we visited seemed open and eclectic. She felt she could be “herself” here.
We've learned not to judge too quickly, and that looks can be deceiving…
Stairs that are hard to navigate (especially with a boot on your foot caused by a big brother falling on her and tearing ligaments)…
No bus service to our street, therefore part of the crazy morning traffic (note picture)…
Girls that don’t make you feel welcome…
Boys that don’t ask you out…
Kids that have never heard of Young Life…
Fights breaking out weekly (usually between girls) so the police have to come...
Sports teams that are ridiculously competitive...
Lunches skipped and spent in the library since there’s no one to sit with…
Stupid tardy rules that force good girls to earn detention…
Feeling invisible…
Those are just some of the reasons why my daughter is thrilled that tomorrow is her LAST DAY at Glenbard West High School.Her teachers have been great and if she'd grown up here it probably would have been a cool experience. The football stadium overlooks a lake and the town has a lot of team spirit.
The last five months seemed like a lifetime. As soon as finals are over in the morning, my husband will finish cramming the car full of stuff and off they’ll head to Washington. I know she’ll take this experience and use it in her future. “The crushed rose gives off the sweetest fragrance.”
Goodbye Glenbard West!
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