The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXIII
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ESMÉ FIELDS<br />
AMY ROJEK, TEACHER<br />
Community Preparatory School, Providence, RI<br />
<strong>Courage</strong> in My Life National Essay Contest Winner<br />
Over what was supposed to be an uneventful winter break, I got alopecia<br />
areata, which later progressed to alopecia universalis. In other words, I was<br />
about to go back to school almost completely bald. Over the course <strong>of</strong> three<br />
months, I lost most <strong>of</strong> the hair on my head, <strong>and</strong> about two to three months<br />
later, all the hair on my body.<br />
I could have worn a wig, but they’re itchy, <strong>and</strong> I was afraid that sooner or later,<br />
it would come <strong>of</strong>f, making the whole ordeal a lot more painful.<br />
<strong>The</strong> night before returning to school, I was not very anxious, interestingly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next day I got up <strong>and</strong> got ready. I got in the car <strong>and</strong> drove to school<br />
like a normal day.<br />
As we neared school, I started to think about the possible reactions <strong>of</strong> my<br />
classmates. I knew they would probably feel sorry for me, but I didn’t think<br />
they should.<br />
“COURAGE IS GETTING<br />
UP EVERY DAY AND<br />
CHOOSING TO DO<br />
IT THE HARD WAY,<br />
BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY<br />
WAY THAT ALLOWS YOU<br />
TO BE YOURSELF.”<br />
Later, a couple people asked in the respectful way you would expect your<br />
teacher to ask you. I answered <strong>and</strong> went on with my day.<br />
In the days that followed, my class got used to my new look, <strong>and</strong> school no<br />
longer had the possibility <strong>of</strong> being a pit <strong>of</strong> doom. I will always be immensely<br />
grateful to my class for the way they reacted.<br />
<strong>Courage</strong> is getting up every day <strong>and</strong> choosing to do it the hard way, because<br />
it’s the only way that allows you to be yourself. Alopecia is an everyday<br />
struggle where courage is exhibited in different ways. That is my way.<br />
We stopped in front <strong>of</strong> the school, <strong>and</strong> I got out with no one around me. Or at<br />
least, I didn’t see anyone. I walked into the building <strong>and</strong> down the stairs. I was<br />
about a hundred feet away from the double doors that opened into the entire<br />
school’s worth <strong>of</strong> students. My stomach felt like it was pulling itself apart from<br />
the inside. As I moved to right outside the doors, I debated putting my hood on.<br />
But I couldn’t bring myself to hide my head, only to have to reveal it. So I kept<br />
walking into what seemed like a pit <strong>of</strong> doom.<br />
Except it wasn’t. No reactions. I saw eyes on me, but not in a judgy way. Just<br />
as if I had walked in on a normal day. I took my regular seat in the middle <strong>of</strong><br />
the back row. Nothing. No whispers. I didn’t know what was happening. <strong>The</strong><br />
principal called for us to st<strong>and</strong> for the pledge. As we recited the words, my<br />
stomach flip-flopped, then settled, except for a little twist. When we were<br />
dismissed to our homerooms, no one asked. First period, again, I was treated<br />
like always.<br />
THE COURAGE OF CHILDREN: BOSTON AND BEYOND<br />
VOLUME <strong>XXXIII</strong><br />
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