The Final Day is coming to a Close

As one day passes by, another day comes along. They say it’s only for two weeks, but these days seem so long. From the first day when we arrived, the weather was so cold, but as time began to move, there were stories to be told. There were things we needed to acknowledge, and we all had no clue. At first it seem so hard, and very difficult to do.

In a room with filled with people, with people I didn’t know, but as time pass by, they were people I got to know. The few people that got selected, were chose for different reasons, but they all had one thing in common, and that was to write stories without singing.

Stories that would grab the reader’s attention, and make the whole community listen. We all went out searching from one place to another. Gathering information, so we could share with one another. We learned how to get along and how to help each person out.

We had cameras to take pictures, every time we left out. The laughter the smiles and all the joy will remain, but for some of these students, they life will forever be changed. I was able to take a cruise, under the Golden Gate Bridge, then back around Alcatraz, experiencing life from within.
This was the first time in my life that I ever did that, but none of this would be possible, if BAMMA didn’t allow me to do that. The staff here loves all of us, and they love the work we produce. The time we took to do it, and the commitment to follow through.

A lot of times people give up easy, when they’re adapting to something new, but I adapted real easy and got to know people who are all cool! The food may have been nasty (LOL), but they always made sure we ate. There was never a day when I starved, because I always had food on my plate.

We always woke up early, instead of waking up real late. I have enjoyed my time here, and I’m thankful they let me stay. It started out with twelve of us, but in the end there was eleven. Imagine the turnout of the paper, if there only remained seven.

Lucky that was not the case, because the ones that stayed survived. We all worked as team, to help the newspaper come alive. Our words were cut down because some words were not needed, but at the same time every student still succeeded.

We all managed our time, and finished what needed to finish, but life goes on, because time is still ticking. Tomorrow we will graduate, but the end has not yet arrived. I can’t wait until that day comes, because it will be the day that opens our eyes.

This will be the day, that expands on our lives. We all have been blessed, to develop skills most people don’t have. Being able to use those tools, instead of being stuck in the past. We can now move to the future, and write stories until our hearts stop, but no matter what we do the pens will never drop.

We all have different minds and believe in different things, but no matter what we do we will always have a dream. A dream that Martin Luther King didn’t dream, because deep down inside, we can accomplish anything. As I come to a close, to end my thoughts, I thank everybody here for helping me, making it through it all, it’s all about BAMMA 08 “ The Best Class of them All”.