Dear Great Seneca Creek,
A memoir that will be carried always with me is when we created a mosaic. The minute she, The Artist, flew through our lobby doors I knew something amazing would happen that day. And something did.
I remember shiny, sparkling, crystal colored art pieces flashing before me. I don’t think any other students in the cafeteria were looking at the screen in more awe then I was. My mind was racing as she clicked the next button on her laptop and the projector splashed another beautiful piece of her work onto the screen in front of me.
I remember when my group was called down to actually participating in such a spectacular event, happening here at you. You smelled thickly of permanent marker. At first, silence was the only sound, but soon sharpie markers could be heard scratching across cardboard. More the anything, I loved that sound.
But that was just the beginning. Outlining the pictures was a while ago. Next, we lived the dream of all boys properly. Smashing stuff! I heard a crack and realized I had smashed an old pot. I felt the jagged edged piece of a broken mug and smiled. Then, I sniffled at the glue in your air as I pasted the piece onto the board. Before we knew it, it was done. And now a memory hangs in our lobby, forever.
We really had saved millions old pots and plates that could’ve been dumped into a landfill. Isn’t that really what you represent? Not only that, but as I move on, and piece of me will always and forever stay behind in the amazing school, which is you.
A bullfrog at heart forever and ever,
Juliette