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The Freshman Ode to OTHS


O'Fallon Township High School Where you go if you're really cool Milburn is the place to be We love muffins and have ice cream My 1st hour class is App. of Lit I think it'd be more fun to knit That boy who sits in front of me His girlfriend's what I used to be. Being sarcastic was never so much fun My school day has just begun Keyboarding Essentials is the best Perfect time to catch up on rest Should I draw or should I write? Anything but to type Next is Mr. Walter's class of math He's corny sometimes but makes me laugh "Thou shalt not divide by zero." Mr. L.D. Walters, you're my hero "What does this mean?" he does say A Lutheran moment for MLIA Time ticks by ever so slow To Advisory I wish to go Passing periods go by so fast Up four hallways, a flight of stairs i must dash Cannot talk to a single friend O, how quick five minutes does end Did I mention Taylor Cline? And how his locker is next to mine? And that he is extremly fine? To be loved this way must be a crime. Welcome to Elfrink's Advisory Where I used to sit next to Joseph Eisele Do not talk, bring something to do, Watch Panther Beat the whole way through Now I'm in Biology It's all Greek to me, actually. No one's quite sure why we need this It's not like we're going to be scientist. Ever so boring, but awake we must keep To laugh at those who fall asleep Can't get away with it, you never do For Mr. Melzer will catch you. La clase de español es en la séptima hora We learn to speak like an explorer named Dora. For how you feel and where you are Always use the verb estar. Me gusta el pescado Yo soy muy desordinado Adíos, hasta mañana, the day is done Now it's time to have some fun. The bus ride home, favorite part of the day. Quick, grab a seat, scooch close to TayTay Broken pencils and shoe fly through the air But in his arms I just don't care. He holds me close and kisses my head There's no where I'd rather be instead. This is the Class of Twenty-Thirteen The Fulton kids aren't all that mean Actually, I have come to find Most are truly very kind. Do not forget me O'Fallon High After all the years have gone by One of many; that I am "Unto you we pledge our hearts and hands" All of the above is most certainly true We are O'Fallon. The Panthers. The Gold and the Blue
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