Chester is home. There is no other way to describe it for me. I am a senior creative writing major and Chester College is my salvation.

I grew up in a suburb of Boston. It was loud and messy. Chaos. That isn’t who I am. I couldn’t show my potential in a place like that, nor could I really do anything creative. Chester to me is creativity. It’s the opportunity to get away from my past and live for writing. I breathe for this school.

The teachers here are the most amazing people I have ever met. They inspire and guide, they take time out of their lives to help anyone who needs it. I don’t know how these people do it, but each and every one of them are role models. I aspire to be just like them.

I wrote a book. I never thought I could complete a project, and yet through Chester I was able to focus and form an idea that I was willing to see completed. There were times that I wanted to burn everything I owned, but the whole community of Chester made me push through. I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be a writer if it weren’t for Chester. This school won’t die. I won’t let it.