Ode To My Alma Mater-F

I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67. Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors. For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America. For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways. I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured, moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher. I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir. I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since. Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife. Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me. O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life. It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events. Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning. O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars. What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish. My eyes are getting watery Now. So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me. 04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand