Not quite love at first sight – Meet Hannah and John
Today as I sat in english class, I asked aloud what I should Glog about. Immediately, Hannah to my right and John on my left said, ‘me!’ and then corrected their responses to, ‘us!!’. So today, I’d like you to meet Hannah and John!
Hannah and John went to North Country School together are seniors at Gould. Hannah is from Lake Placid while John is from Lake Forest Chicago. Both came to Gould their Sophomore year.
Hannah and John have one of the many deep friendships here at the academy. One that goes way back….
Here John gives his dramatic and novel-like retelling of the day they first met. Afterwards, Hannah presents her perspective on the encounter…
JOHN: “This is my side of the story. And no matter what Hannah tries to tell you, I assure you that mine is the more truthful.
We were on the soccer field. It was a mild 78º fahrenheit. The air, however, was not too hot for there was a slight cool breeze flowing through the upper field at North Country School. The sound of children laughing and the fresh smell of warm fall air filled my nostrils. This put me into a relaxed and calm mood. I was a new student, arriving as a 6th grader. I had a blonde, yet, almost white bowl cut and weighed a cool 90 pounds. We had a break from class and the students were allowed to play on the field. The other students and I immediately grabbed a soccer ball and began to play and practice. A tall blonde girl who I only knew as a day student and a classmate, took control of the ball and began to dribble it across the uneven field. She was tall. Towering over me by a shy 3 feet, she was superior to me, both physically, and socially. She was among the popular and cool crowd of the North Country School student body, and I was a shy, new student. As she began to run across the field with the soccer ball traveling swiftly along the front side of her by her feet, I became amazed. My jaw slowly dropped and my eyes widened as I saw her run across the field towards the goal in a completely majestic manner. Her long, blonde, and shiny hair flowing behind her in the wind, had me in complete awe. As she kicked the ball into the goal, untouched by the goalkeeper, I was astonished. It was then that I decided to make my move. Beginning a conversation with a nice young girl from my class was sure to start my student career at North Country School off to a great start. I slowly approached her as she began to walk back to the other side of the field where the rest of her friends were playing. Attempting to conjure up something cool yet normal to say at that exact moment had me internally breaking down. A warm bead of sweat began to slowly drip down my face. My lips began to quiver. At a moment’s notice, I blurted a common phrase used by myself, “That was a BEAST kick!” I exclaimed to Hannah. I moved my hand in an upward manner in order to gesture an act commonly known as a high-five. I sent up my hand to have the high-five reciprocated. To my horrid surprise, however, I was ‘left hanging’ as students called it. Being abandoned in complete silence, by Hannah Taylor Runyon, I was traumatized. She walked away with a look of disgust on her face and slowly made her way back to the other side of the field. I stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened. It felt as though I was given the look that many would describe as the face of Ancient Greek mythical Gorgon creature, Medusa. I had been turned to stone.
Hannah and I became best friends the year after that (7th Grade) and remain that way to this day, both attending Gould Academy. I am deeply saddened by the thought of not going to school with her next year when we go to college, something we have been doing for 8 years now. I will miss her.”
HANNAH: “Although I haven’t yet read John’s side of this story, I have heard it far too many times. And let me tell you right now, he makes it sound a lot worse than it actually was. John was a new student, and with him he brought the use of the word “beast” in every situation. In everything we would do, John and the other 8 boys in our class (yes, I was the only girl) would all use the word “beast.” So when John came up to me and told me that my goal was a “beast kick” I did not ignore his high-five because of him, but more because I was annoyed with him and all the other 6 grade boys using the same word. Cut me some slack, being the only girl in your 6th grade class isn’t easy.
Fast forward 7 years, and John and I are great friends. So kids, don’t lose hope if things get off to a rough start.”
A classic friendship, a touching story, Gould friendships are something special.