The_Road_Not_Taken

The Road Not Taken I have spent the majority of my life in wonderful public schools in Chattanooga, Tennessee, but to my surprise, I am offered the opportunity of a lifetime, which is to attend the private school, Baylor School for grades seventh through twelfth. This is an opportunity that I cannot pass, so I dive into the experience without looking back. In life everyone comes to the point where the well-known road he or she is traveling splits into two different paths. Each road looks equally tempting. Robert Frost writes in “The Road Not Taken,” a famous poem, that “two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both…I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.” I receive a call to adventure to come to Baylor School in the seventh grade, and I take the road less traveled resulting in both positive and negative alterations in my life. On the sunny fall morning of August 23, 1996, my father, Kenny Dyer, and I head out of the driveway for my first day at a private school. Along the ride, my dad tries to present me with road, taken, life, am, school, take, baylor, whether, traveled, realize, less, different, come, choice, begin, seventh, right, question, people, opportunity, now, never, made, lower, later, father’s, advice, adventure, words, wonderful, two, turn, trying, tries, traveling, through