Time on a clock

There's never any controlling it. All things continue to move forward. We age; we grow. And as I watched my third students play, streaming their red and yellow colors from one side of the grassy knoll to the other, I began to reflect. Time has surely taught me well. My most valuable days have been spent here these past ten years. I've had great opportunity to witness my first group of first graders graduate. I've experienced teaching and learning. I've placed mortar and foundation in my heart, alongside sweet smiles I will never forget. And the clock ticks on towards the tides of change.

This stone creation sits amongst some of the finest the city has to offer. Nearly one hundred years old, it has housed students throughout its life - first as a huge high school, and then, miraculously, redesigned into an elementary school for the past 25 years.

As this school year ends, I will pray that this beautiful building stands strong, allowing the gargoyles that protect it at its peak, to swallow whole any trespasser who intends to harm its inhabitants.