Friends School of Baltimore - Quaker Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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When you look at Friends School from Charles Street, you see a group of gray stone buildings huddled together. View it during the day and you see a moving, bustling place, full of people, each, apparently, with a purpose of his own. View it at night and you see a shell—the buildings blank and empty, wait- ing until the morning comes, bringing with it the students and the teachers. Drawn by a force you cannot name, you enter the Upper School building and walk through the halls. Snatches of French come from one classroom, American history from a second, English from a third and from yet another—the sound of laughter. Inside the science building the whisper of the fans emphasizes the silence until you step into the classroom area. Then words like “equation,” “variable,” “theorem,” “bonding,” and “reaction” can be heard. Music floats from the auditorium and the shrill sound of a whistle comes from the gym.

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The bell rings and the student plaza is filled with people changing classes. You see the seventh graders scuttle by, clutching their books while the seniors stroll past you, radiating self-assurance. The teachers are a diverse group, too; some are young and new to the profession, others are older and have taught for decades. Gradually the student plaza empties and once again the scene is quiet. You walk up the path to the Meet- ing House and glance back at the buildings. In time you understand the force that awakens you. It is the ever-present yin and yang. Here are different people— black and white, radical and conservative, different activities, and different points of view. These contrast- ing and superficially conflicting elements combine to form a harmonious whole. It is this unique product we know as Friends School.