Stanley Welsh Prep: Before College



College before college

Stanley Welsh offers a variety of classes in a beautiful boarding school.
While in this two-year course, the students will be met with schedules they previously established.
Each class is specific to their strongest talents and motivations, strengthening them before they enter college.

Stanley Welsh might as well have been a castle. It looked like it, anyway, as Angel stared up at it with wide green eyes. He was so excited to have been accepted to the prep school, having graduated high school two years ago. He was beginning to grow restless, wanting to hone his musical and artistic abilities and hopefully overcome some bothersome difficulties. With two years at Stanley Welsh under his belt, he'd be able to shave those two years off his college learning and become a teacher before twenty five---which was five years away. And now, just a few days after his birthday he was here, staring with half-dazed eyes at the towering spires that had to lead somewhere, and the arched doorways and thick glass in the windows. What did the students' rooms look like? No doubt they'd have roommates, which was just fine with him, but just how large were those rooms? Huge, probably...

The truck jolted to a stop and brought Angel out of his daydreams. His parents were in the front, his two young sisters beside him. They began talking quickly, their midwestern accents obvious. He'd never really picked it up as strongly as they, but it was there nonetheless. Grinning, he jumped out of the cab, followed by his little sisters---two blondes, fraternal twins Jen and Katy and six years old. He was dark, Angel, a stark contrast between his sisters and leaning more toward his mother's appearance. Dark hair, brown with black undertones and curled at the ends, bright green eyes, tanned skin. His mother, Sylvia, stepped out of the passenger seat and hugged Angel. "Oh, I can't believe I won't see you for months! My angel is leaving us." Her voice had a cracked tone to it, though he could tell she was trying to keep herself from shedding tears.

Angel returned the hug tightly, standing a head above his mother. "Hey, it's okay." He said. "I'll call, y'know?"

"Oh... I know." Her voice steadied and she went around to help Dash---Angel's father---begin unloading some bags. They had been sent, along with the acceptance to the school, a list of things that were able to fit into the room and leave room to walk. A large chair among them, perhaps a rocking chair or armchair type. He'd decided on the padded rocking chair that he had in his room. A desk of moderate size---generally five feet by three---of which he had one, handmade by his grandfather. A computer---Angel had a laptop, and a smartphone to keep in touch with his father, the head of their ranch, and the other ranch hands.

Looking around, Angel could see others in the lot headed out with bags, books, suitcases and wheeling large packages that would fill their side of the particular dorm room they might inhabit. He shouldered several heavy bags full of clothes and one full of books from the back of the truck, a satchel with his electronics and power cords, and a deconstructed pair of bookshelves that would be able to fit into the dorm. They'd been given instruction regarding size of the rooms, and he was surprised at the sheer size. Just about the size of his room at home, on their sprawling farmhouse. He'd feel right at home. His mother carried a few bags of blankets, his sisters taking their own little hauls at their personal requests, and his father bringing the desk's parts and folding toolbox along. They'd be able to customize their rooms to fit their specific ideas, their preferences, and there was said to be an obvious line down the middle of the room in the form of slightly separated carpeting color. He thought it was extremely useful.

He was jittering with excitement as he read off his room number and took the lead, falling in with the trickle of students and their parents and siblings as they headed to the front doors. Indeed, they were early, but it was the norm on the ranch to wake before the sun, and they'd had a big drive ahead of them even from the hotel they'd stayed at.