And in the end, you call them beautiful.

I hear the students shouting, scattered all around the court for silk screens and paper. Our president tries to organize them, though. It's the printing of shirts.

Just beside us, the seniors are practicing their cheers. All together, they yell them and you could sense slight pride. When you look at the classrooms at the second floor, you could notice that the juniors have covered their windows with news paper.

It is our intamurals soon.

All these are being witnessed by our vice principal, as she observe silently on the stage, with a tumbler on hand, calm and looking satisfied. How mellow the soft strikes of light in a late afternoon makes you.

It was a scenario to take in, to remember and to let endear itself to your heart strings.

yael./