At times, our school seems. . .
As big as the Central Mall on Friday.
As small as a chihuahua’s dog house.
Louder than a five-year-old’s birthday party.
Quieter than a little lizard laughing.
Colder than the whoosh of the wind in winter.
Hotter than sizzling bacon in a frying pan.
As sad as a kid not getting any toys on Christmas morning.
As happy as a teacher winning the lottery.