Have you ever come across a petite, wide eyed feller wandering about the halls, with his backpack-to-body ratio significantly higher than normal? That was either Lowell’s class of 2029 or the man, the myth, the legend: Jamal the Camel. His tale begins on a foggy and gray August day three years ago– Jamal’s first day of school at Lowell.

Jamal was ecstatic to attend a school with likeminded and hardworking individuals, but as the week progressed, he began to feel like Lowell wasn’t meant for him. Jamal tried to participate in English class, but the teacher ignored him because she didn’t believe a camel was capable of reading Shakespeare. The worst part of being a cute little camel in a school full of humans, was, by far, the hallway traffic. Every Lowell student knows the pains of the clogged up hallways during passing period, but imagine having to navigate them when everyone’s twenty times bigger than you. One day, Jamal was clomping down the hallway to his next class when he heard the footsteps of hundreds of students behind him. They were rushing into the journalism room to get baked goods after completing The Lowell’s newest crossword puzzle! Jamal’s little heart began to race as he felt himself being swept up off his hooves and rushed along the stream of the crowd.

When he awoke, the aroma of quesadillas and Nutella toast hit Jamal so hard that he immediately recognized where he was- the journalism room. Jamal’s initial instinct was to leave, but something felt different about the journalism room– for the first time in Jamal’s high school career, he felt at home. Jamal was quickly adored by the journalism staff, and after some convincing, Jamal is ready to be back in the spotlight as The Lowell’s official mascot.