Potpourri

Going up the stairs wearing heels and lugging the books was a challenge. I decided whoever gave me directions would also let me know where I could place the books. I reached the next level. Another man greeted me by adding two clothing boxes to my arms. “Where do I go from here? Would you know where my classroom will be?” I asked. He didn’t but advised me to turn right where I saw another archway. Slipping a bit on the tile, I walked to the series of archways. There were other people there. I peered over the shoulders of one of them and saw a row of people blocking our way. They were telling each person a different way to proceed. Down another set of stairs.Up another set of stairs. Return the way they came. Down the hall in the back of them. I was to go up another set of stairs.

If the past is any indication, these ten wonderful kids will be forgotten just like their predecessors who achieved at this high level before them, while athletes who were coined with twelve seasons of greatness have had their pictures and names up in the athletic wing for the soon to be thirty years of the high school.