Advice From Your Sister
As I think back on these last four years, emotions derive from laughter and tears. Memories of a first loves kiss, to friends I will soon dearly miss. Now once a diploma is within reach, a new girl will take my place under the teach. It is my job to tell her advice to know, so she isn't surprised as if she had first seen snow. As a freshman it's your time to shine, when new friends will be your new find. That awkward stage has come to an end, but broken friendships don't always mend. Sophomore year can be a blur, so don't lose track of who you once were. One year down and three to go, it's unbelievable how much there is to know. Seventeen will be your hardest year, where influences will hinder the reason you're here. This is the year dedicated to hard work, so don't ruin it all for some jerk. Senior year will be the best, where you hang with friends and forget the rest. Good luck in applying to your college of choice. They will love you, just simply allow them to hear your voice. When it's all over you should not weep, for in your heart high school will be a memory you will always keep.
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