Journal Six

There was finally peace at Devon. Most things stayed the same in the summer with the calm air. fall didn't really touch the leaves on the trees yet. There was a few kids getting an education they didn't really want. The masters were in their places for once. Wives and children sat patiently in the church. Five of the younger teachers were missing, they had gone into the war. I remember Mr.Pike entering with his navy uniform. I remember his hopeless and mild face. he seemed almost lifeless. At Devon the traditions had been ruined or changed and the standards let down and of course the rules forgotten. "We thought of ourselves, of what Devon owed us, and what we had taken all of that and much more". I remembered my years at Devon all the moments. Some were good and of course some were bad. But like everything it still came to an end. I saw the last rays of sunlight on the tree where he fell. I replay that moment over and over again. They were trying to reinforce, of course i wasn't paying attention like i should have. "If you broke the rules, then they broke you" those words still remain locked in my head.