"Every time, I come to this school," our volunteer coordinator said, "I'm surprised to see all the students hang out on the front lawn."
I didn't get it. "What's wrong with that?" I thought. The lawn in front of this school is beautiful, with flower bushes on the sides and between them a gorgeous statue of a women reaching towards the sky. Her body is bent almost like she is ready to fly. It's a lawn I would love to have picnics on.
We had come to support students with their college applications and were now waiting between green bungalows that serve as classrooms for the seniors to arrive.
"Anyone can step right onto the campus," our coordinator added. "Anyone can walk through the hallways and into classrooms."
That's when I got it.
She looked worried while she pointed to small paths between the white main building, side walks, green grass and the spot that we were standing at. Students kept walking past us towards class. Some had books clutched to their chests.