It was your average fall day in Wellesley Center; parents and their children running afternoon errands, laughing teenagers enjoying their ice cream Sundays, middle age folk zipping up their coats to protect themselves from the cool crisp air, orange and yellow leaves dancing on the streets, and just about everything else you would expect to see on a Saturday afternoon. Everyone seemed to be having a normal a day, but for me, that “average” fall day just happened to be the most important and awakening day of my young adult life. The sun was beginning to set and the clouds hung delicately in the sky as I slammed the car door, jogged across the gravel parking lot, and opened the door of Peets Coffe Shop in Wellesley Massachusetts. The scent of fresh coffee beans met my nose and the sudden need for food washed over me. After choosing an orange cranberry scone and a “strawberry C monster” smoothie made by Odwalla, I spotted a happy looking man with two seats by a window. I walked over to him and sat down in a leather armchair. He proclaimed, “Hello Sam, how are you?” Rather than going for the most appropriate and common response (saying hello back), I twisted the top off of my strawberry smoothie and took a big swig, and nodded my head. “Thirsty huh” said David and I again nodded my head. “So, what’s new?” asked David. I ripped off a big piece of my scone, filled with orange and cranberry, and stuffed it into my mouth. After swallowing, I sighed and said, “I am well, thank you. How are you today, David?” “I am great! It’s nice to see you!” replied David. With cockiness and arrogance projecting off of me, I noted, “Yeah…so, before we start, I wanted to let you know that I have no desire to be here. In fact, I just spent twenty minutes yelling at my mom about her making me do coming of age. No offense, or anything, I really don’t want to get to know you, I already have enough on my plate.” David said, “Well, okay then…I appreciate the honesty, I really do, but I think your mom and dad both think coming of age is a great opportunity for you. Why do you not want to do it? You and I only have to meet once every three weeks.” “I don’t want to sound smug, or rude, but I hate going to church and I definitely don’t need to ‘come of age.’ Also, my parents didn’t make my brother do it, so why should I?” I replied. I don’t remember what David said next, but whatever it was, I am exceedingly grateful for it because it has allowed me to foster a relationship with an amazing person that has thought me things I will cherish forever.
I wrote three more paragraphs, but they are a bit personal and I would rather not share them on my blog.
Hi! I’m Sam Breault! I’m 15 and I attend the Fenn school.