T hirteen Year Journey

By: Amber George

          Thirteen years ago, we entered the primary school without a clue of what the future had in store for us. The smell of chalk, crayons, and fresh paint smothered us as we took note of our surroundings. Along the white, what seemed like endless walls, were welcoming decorations providing the only color to the hallways.  Now, thirteen years later, we look back on that day with tears in our eyes.

          Most students go on and on about leaving and how they can’t wait to graduate, but when the day finally comes, we wish more than anything just to go back and start all over.      

          At six years old, we didn’t care what the future had in store for us.  We were not worried about the future. All we worried about was what day we got to be the leader or the caboose and nap time. We thought of kindergarten graduation as just a chance to be in the spotlight, but what we didn’t realize, is that it was going to be the beginning of our educational journey.     

          Growing up isn’t a cake walk. The teachers in the high school don’t pamper you like the ones in the primary. You are responsible for yourself.  Some of us were spoiled growing up, but when we stepped in the high school, that all changed. There wasn’t anymore turning work in late. If you’re feeling ill, you can’t put your head down and expect to get out of an assignment. If you miss a day of school, you are expected to get your previous assignments. 
          Most of us have mixed emotions about leaving Lake Hamilton. The past thirteen years have been good to us. We can hardly wait to get out and face the world. As graduation day is getting closer, we find the want to stay is getting stronger. We use to watch the clock wishing the time would fly.  Now we watch the clock wanting it to freeze. As graduation gets closer, we grow more and more terrified to get out and face the world.  We think that we are ready, but just like the first day of kindergarten, we want to go back to the routine we that make us comfortable.

          As a member of the Lake Hamilton wolf pack, I think it is safe for me to say, that we seniors will never forget our thirteen year journey with the Wolf Pack. Lake Hamilton will always be our home and the "blood of the wolf" will always remain in our veins.