FRESMAN YEAR @ YC

So as I sit and ponder this long year

I begin to feel a warm tear

It slides right down my smile

As I remember the year being worthwhile

I know things now will change

And some things will be strange

But just knowing that I am ok

And I've been held close by the one to whom I pray

Gives me a sense of peace

Just knowing that my troubles at some point in time shall cease

Yes some friends are leaving and yet I shall not fear

Because I know they are still very near

They have special place in the depth of my heart

And no matter what happens our friendship is a work of art

So sitting in my room with only silence all around

This is where my memories are found

I know that there are times when silence isn't good

But now I know I can do what I never thought I could

I am able to be quiet although it's so hard

I know that in my heart

What matters more is not what we say

But how much time we take to listen each and every day

I feel the distance coming near

And of course I shed another tear

But now I must trust and obey

With the hope of at least one more day

I have gained and I have lost

But through these things there was no cost

But that which I brought upon myself

And although there are things I wish I could take back

I know that without these things many others I would lack.

It makes no sense to me, yet in some ways it does

And the reason I have to give is just because

This may seem long and boring

But this isn't the whole story

So much more has happened this year than can be explained

And yet this is what you get from a brain that is completely drained

I wish I could go on and tell just a little more

But now I must go and wish you well to you and yours

So farewell Freshman year you have been a lot of fun

But how quickly you've gone by and in 3 days you shall be done.

I will miss the days where nothing could go wrong

And every day I could sing a happy song

But things slowly went downhill and sadness over me swept

But there are certain things we have to endure and this we must accept

For until we see our sadness and failures as a way to grow

Our true strengths we will never fully know

MICHAELA HARTMAN 05.05.13 FRESHMAN YEAR