And, In The End…

During a recent newspaper meeting someone said to me, “you should write a final article.” So, here I am, three weeks from the end of middle school, writing about ends. It is tempting to write “goodbye, middle school. I am leaving and never coming back,” but I know this is not true. To me, the end means something is gone, something is forgotten, left behind. So this is not the end of middle school, and there never will be an end. Jack Sparrow went all the way to World’s End, didn’t he? And he still came back, like we all will. Whatever it is that I have gained from middle school will not go away. Not the people, not the place, not what I have learned.Three years ago, a girl walked into the middle school masked by fake confidence and real determination. Soon, she will walk back out the front doors of Sharpless. She is leaving, for another beginning.Said perfectly by T.S. Eliot, “What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”The End (or is it?)
By Elizabeth Wallace