Our Journey

Click, Click, Click..   This is what we heard for 4 months straight, almost evey Wednesday after school.   We came in and worked until our fingers felt like they were going to fall off.  It was hard, but, with the careful guidance and wisdom of Mrs. Biddinger we made it.   Sometimes it felt like we'd worked for years.  Other times, it felt like no matter how much we did, how much effort we put into it, we'd done nothing.  We made jokes to lighten the pressure, but it just seemed to make the horrible truth even more horrible: we were running out of time.  But, we didn't give up.  We were determined to win this thing, and we worked harder and harder each day.  Some of us started coming in at lunch time, others staying after school even when they didn't have to.  And then, one cold day in March, someone shouted 'finished!' and we rejoiced!   It was ready!  A few final adjustments, and, done!  Our journey was hard, but we made it.