“Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.”-John Mayer.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

This is what my story's about.

Its funny how I've been in this place all my life, this place I call home.
My life, those memories, mistakes and growing up. I never really realized how much this place means to me.
Today, when its finally my time to leave, I see myself in others. THAT used to be my life, now its just a partial view. I see everyone sing the school song and when they do, I can't help but to notice their smiles. It just makes me understand how much I'm gonna miss this place. These trees, class rooms, buildings and teachers. Every corner that remarks a story of us growing up, growing as a family.
These fields, these large fields, they tease me. I don't mind it really.
I like my school like this.
I like HPS like this.
Huge, safe and loved.

God bless this school and all who herein dwell.