Descriptive Writing

The moments before this picture was

taken was full of mixed emotions. I was
back at my elementary school just a few
short hours before graduation. As we
walked in, I remember the bell on top of
the school. That same bell that I thought
dismissed classes even though later I
found out that wasn’t the case. The chalk
covered sidewalk where my classmates
and I colored on every color of the
rainbow with two names in a poorly
shaped heart. As my best friend and I
took this picture with both of our 1st
grade yearbook pictures given to us by our 1st grade teacher we were speechless. The green cap and
gown matched the colors we had worn since kindergarten. We matched the grass outside on the
playground, and the color of our jerseys during our last soccer game. The color green represented
everything we had accomplished to this point and would always be a piece of where we came from. The
ropes handing from my neck strengthened this argument where the gold cords portrayed summa cum
laude, the highest honor at graduation. We were Evergreens, the strongest trees in the forest and now it
was our time to move on. It was time to break away and become our own seedlings of our new lives.
This day I finally learned what it meant to be a part of my high school and what an honor it was to
represent the color green. It’s much more than a color of a car or the color of somebody’s eyes, it was
our life. We were proud to be wearing the color green and proud to represent our high school.
Underneath the green we wore the colors of our future, for him blue and gold for Eau Claire and my
maroon for La Crosse. This act was much more than a display of where we were going, it was a
transition. That day was the last day of being green and the first of being maroon. As a 5-year-old I never
would have thought a single color would have impacted my life so much, and it’s crazy how much it did.