A Piece of My Puzzle

"The things we did, the things we said, keep coming back to me and make me smile again." Senior sing, an event which at first seemed like a nuisance, but after over a month of it, I feel like this is one of the last times I will get to be with my class. It just hit me that I will be graduating in ten days, and I am full of mixed emotions. The good ones are of the fun times, yet the bad ones are because I am leaving a place that I have grown up in since I was a 4th grader. So after Senior Sing, I decided to take the long route up to my car and just look around the campus. I hope to do this again with people I know, but today I went by myself. I walked at a very slow pace and snaked around the lily pond and chapel, then by my Winnie Units classroom, then through Barwick playground where I used to climb the tree which at the time seemed like a giant hanging over me. I walked past spots that brought back fond memories, like the window that I had to help pay for after I broke it playing handball with this year's quarterback and others in the 5th grade. I also walked around the "sacred shaka" which I have yet to step on since the first day of school when someone said that you got a (my school name) curse if you stepped on it. I want to continue writing, but the more I think about the reality of graduating, the more it hits me. This post ties the knot on my Composition class because I really feel (my school name) has made the biggest impact on my life, and has definitely been the guiding factor in who I am today.