This morning we were part of something very special. Together we came together, students and staff, to place items into our time capsule. As I sat in the crowd I kept thinking how the people who open this time capsule fifty or so years from now will comment on these things.
What about the styrofoam lunch tray? The aerial pictures of the school? The book fees student families paid at the beginning of the school year? The grocery ads and the prices? The styles of hair we all have in our yearbook pictures? The pictures of our current city? There are so many things I am wondering right now and unfortunately I will probably never know the answers.
As I sat in the audience I felt excited to be a part of history...maybe not for the world...but for me (and us).
In the frenzy/stress to complete the project, the whole idea of it being historical didn't hit me until lunch today. I had to eat fast and excuse myself, as the whole idea of this was emotionally overwhelming. It was after the adrenaline wore off that I realized the impact of the many hours of work that went into gathering and organizing. The excitement I could see on the faces of the audience members as I looked out was amazing. How awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteONE DAY I GOT MAD .BEACUSE IT WAS A TWO HOUR DAILY. I WAS NOT HPPAY MY BROTHER AND SISTER THEY WERE HAPPY AND I WAS MAD AND when it was time to go to school i was still mad. The end by rawan
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