So, today’s my last full day at Crushable. I’ll still be working for B5 and writing stuff for a few of the websites (including Teen Mom recaps, which they will have to pry out of my cold dead hands), but I wanted to revisit a few of my favorite posts.
The state of NC has cut the fantastic, amazing, enlightening, mind-opening experience that is Governor’s School from it’s budget. We are trying to SAVE IT.
I am a 2002 Governor’s School West alumni (Visual Arts) and I cannot imagine where I would be today if it had not been for GSW. The friends I made and the self respect I gained - not to mention gaining the talent to step outside of myself and just have FUN, without the need for cool cliques or alcohol or any of the petty stuff that you learn in high school. GSW changed my life and I want others to experience it and I want my children to have the opportunity attend.
I don’t think the State legislators understand what they’re losing when they cut this program. I don’t think they understand that the relationships and friendships fostered by those 15-18 year olds can lead to GREAT things, GREAT ideas, and can make a CHANGE in this world, and in the state of North Carolina.
If you are an alumni, or if you have a friend or family member that was in or was affected by Governor’s School, please consider a donation to help keep this program alive.
I’m a 1999 alum (West, Theatre) and cannot emphasize enough how important GS is. If not for Governor’s School, I can absolutely say I wouldn’t be where I am now. As an awkward outcast-y kid in high school, I was afraid of taking any chances. But the experiences I had and the people I met there changed my life permanently. It’s because of Governor’s School that I majored in English Lit, that I tried my hand at this writing thing, that I started to connect with my Jewish identity, and that I met the most important person in my life. I donated, and I hope you’ll consider doing so as well.
One side of my family came to the United States before it was the United States, arriving in North Carolina in 1630. As a second son in Scotland, he could not inherit property and decided to try his luck in the colonies. He never saw his parents or siblings again.
The other side of my family came to Ellis Island in the early 1900s. Ukrainian Jews, they were escaping anti-Semitism and pogroms. My great-grandparents met in a special English class for Yiddish-speaking immigrants.
Years later, my parents met at Gallaudet University. My father was my mother’s Spanish tutor. They raised two hearing children whose first language was American Sign Language.