By my Freshman year in High School it was apparent that I needed a change. More stimulation. More challenges. New surroundings. I can’t remember how exactly, but at some point I found myself talking to a few girls who attended Salem Academy, a Liberal Arts school for girls in Winston-Salem. Being from a small town where everyone knows everyone else, these girls seemed altogether other-worldly to me. They were independent, well spoken, cultured and lively. They didn’t seem to carry the same insecurities as many of the girls from my hometown. They had a zest for learning and I was immediately drawn to them. I went home and pleaded with my mother to send me there, swearing that it would keep me out of the trouble that bored kids in rural areas with limited activities often indulge in. I went for a tour of the school. I fell in love.