The beginning of the End

It has been more than a week since the beloved it portable 17 shut its doors to never again be used by another teacher or student, instead it is going to demolished into pieces and all that will be left is the memories that we shared while in creative writing, English I Pre-AP, or Acdec. It serve its time well Mr. Locke told me that it was one of the oldest portables in the school. Honestly I feel sad that the place where I spent my time after school studying, sitting around talking to people, or bugging Mr. Locke with question after question is going to be tore down, but I guess all things must come to an end, but I am happy because it has had a good life. I still remember when we played countless games of jeopardy and when I practice my speech for the first time out loud in front of all the Acdec regional team and everybody clap for me even though it was all messed up, but the strangest thing of all is that Mr. Locke closed the door for one last time in his birthday is like the portable was trying to tell him happy birthday, you will never see me again, but the memories will live on. I remember clearly when I told Mr. Locke as I saw the room completely empty that seeing the portable like that reminded me of the ending of the hit TV show Friends, you know that last scene when all the six friends walked out of the apartment and said goodbye to ten years of laughter and friendship and even though they will still be friend probably for as long as they live is never going to be the same. I remembered clearly when I asked Mr. Locke as we were walking out of the room for the last time if I could wait there until my ride came by to pick me up and he said no and I asked him why and he responded with some sadness and said "because I want to be the last one to walk out and close the door." As I thought about what Mr. Locke just told me it was hard for me to believe that one little portable could be loved by so many people and that it was going to be crushed into pieces never to be seen again.
Then Mr. Locke told all of us inside that it was time to walk outside and say goodbye and so we did and as Mr. Locke pushed the door closed for one last time I remembered seeing the room filled with hollowed emptiness and as I heard the door slamming shut I remembered all the times that I stayed there by myself waiting for my ride to pick me up. When I got home I started thinking of how Mr. Locke's life was similar to the Friends finale, I mean when friends ended Monica and Chandler walk out of their apartment with their two babies they had been long awaiting, and Mr. Locke closed portable 17's door forever with his long awaited son on the way. I bet that he will never forget the birthday when he said goodbye to that old piece of wood that we all came to know and loved. That portable was like my second home, it had everything food that Mr. Locke bought for us, a TV, and a radio I had fun through out all my years that I spent there in portable 17 (which by the way the number 17 is the day of my birthday). When Mr. Locke and I were outside talking I told him so this is the end and he said "no this is only the beginning of the end." Then when my ride came to pick me up I looked out the window and waved goodbye and silently said thanks for all the good times you were more than a piece of wood, you were a place of knowledge where we all change and mature in diffrent ways, but most importantly of all you were a place of laughter and joy where you felt welcome (except for "punks") and where the feeling of friendship and loved filled the air. Because in some way or another all of us who shared portable 17 loved and cared for each other. So as the end is upon us all I have to say is goodbye portable 17 its been a great time thanks for the memories!