Treasuring Moments that Have Come and Gone

Although it is safer than going into a public school, the private school experience can be quite lonesome, but oddly comforting.

That school was NationHouse, which I attended from elementary school to middle school. NationHouse is a small one-floor school with multiple grades. From what I know, there used to be another building for NationHouse that was bigger and had more than one floor. I must admit that it was tiring having to be in the same room with students from multiple grade levels. They had various levels of maturity, and the classroom was enclosed and loud.

During my time in NationHouse, I started with two friends, which would later become three. My friends and I never got the chance to meet new people our age while at NationHouse. We would never have any new classmates that we did not already know. This would continue from kindergarten to middle school.

My most cherished memories of NationHouse would have to be the Kwanzaa Calabash and the field trips. The Kwanzaa Calabash Is a Afrikan marketplace held at the NationHouse building. At this marketplace, students, parents, and others associated with NationHouse can vend. This event teaches students about entrepreneurship and budgeting. It allowed the students to make money that they probably spent on vendors. It was a magical event for me because my sister and I usually sold desserts, personal pan pizzas, popcorn, or boba. Seeing people enjoy my goods brought me joy, whilst contributing to my future dream as a chef and baker. The memory of selling baked goods across from your friends, and classmates was a joyful . The money I made during the event may or may not have made those memories sweeter. 

The field trips were wonderful, but the pumpkin patch was the most memorable trip of all. You may have heard of it before; the corn mazes, pumpkin picking, go carts, hayrides, animals, and shops were all attractions you could participate in at the pumpkin patch. I would get up to all sorts of fun with my friends there. The endless banter and excitement we would experience on the hayride, and in the corn maze created nostalgia.

The stores at the Pumpkin patch were the dreams of a “big back” like myself. They had pastries that tasted like they were packed with love, and pure joy and the items looked like they came from an exotic gift shop.

The rides on the way to the field trips were always crazy. If my friends and I happened to be paired and driven to the field trips with a chill teacher, there would be havoc destined to happen. 

At the end of the day, you cherish those wonderful memories. Before you know it, it will be over. I am grateful to have all those rare, wonderful moments with my friends. I pray that there will come a time when I can make new friends to create new memories with.