Senior Life
In May I have to graduate from school,
The stress is here to make sure that I pass.
The final days of class are really cruel,
All Seniors walk around the school so crass.
The application window closes fast,
Mail floods my inbox at a constant rate.
Dread turning in my application last,
One choice I make could truly change my fate.
The scholarships take too much work to find,
I can't afford the full price required.
I don't know if the colleges will mind,
The fact that I am an official nerd.
No matter what my college life will bring,
I'm primed by PHS for anything.
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