My Years at Guggenheim
by Mea

graphic by Marie

Wow, I can’t believe it. It’s the end of fifth grade. My last year at Guggenheim. I've been here for six years. I remember when I was in kindergarten and my brother was in sixth grade. Everyday he would drop me off and pick me up.

I never thought I would say this, but I love Guggenheim, and I've learned so much here....from friendship to addition to my ABC’s and what the square root of 256 is. All the trips and shows were so special. I’ll never forget the show we did in kindergarten. I had to say hello in Hebrew, and my Mom still has the pictures with which to embarrass me! Also, I remember playing with the baby chicks at the farm in first grade. And now, for me, this year will be the moving up ceremony. All I know is that wherever I end up, I’ll never forget the people I met at Guggenheim.


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