As one prepares to retire, one can’t help but be reflective. It wasn’t until I started putting it into words that I realized how big of a part Harrisburg Academy has played in my life. I’ve come and gone several times, but it is where I finally landed and will launch from for my next adventure.
I came to the Academy as an 8th grader in 1969. I remember the building in its original form. The very first phases of expansion and renovations began my Senior year. The school days went until 4:30 p.m. for Middle and Upper School, although we weren’t separated that way back then. All specials and sports practices occurred between 1:30 and 4:30 p.m. We ate family style in the cafeteria with students taking turns being the waiter and table clearer. Before each meal, some kind of “grace” was said rotating between Christian, Jewish, and Muslim students or faculty. I graduated in 1974 from The Harrisburg Academy.
During college and after I visited often, as my sister was a 1st grade teacher, and I would help out in her classroom. I was a substitute teacher and even did a short stint in the Development Office.
I met and married my husband and embarked on a life as a military wife. We moved frequently, but I always seemed to find my way back to the Academy. I came home to Pennsylvania in the summers and worked at Summer Camp for too many summers to count.
When we moved back to the area permanently, I started working as a Junior Kindergarten aide. When the library position became available, I moved into my current position.
Retirement is a bittersweet event. More sweet than bitter, but not to say I won’t miss this place. In the end, my memories will be about the people I’ve known through the years. Students, faculty I knew as a student, colleagues, and parents are all what make our school special. I’ll miss Harrisburg Academy, but if my history says anything, it’s that you can always come home!
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