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Who Am I? Why Am I Here?


Who am I? I am me, Come and view the world as I see, My name is Jayla and I really like school, I also love to swim and take a dip in the pool, I hate getting up in the morning because I’m always tired, So I always eat a cookie because it gets me really wired, I took this class to get college credit, I really hope I don’t grow to regret it, Because last year I took Tejano’s class and that’s left emotional scars, By the end of the first month I wanted to key his car, That class was a lot of work and Tejano was extremely petty, And when the AP test came I was not at all ready, But somehow I still managed to pass the AP test, So thanks for that Mr. Tejano……..I guess, When I heard Ms. Peano left, my heart became very blue, No offense Ms. Caneva, I’m sure you’re a good teacher too, Speaking of blue, I have blue paint splattered on my walls, I’m also really clumsy and have a tendency to fall, People used to tease me for being short a ton, And I am pretty short…….only about five one, Some people think I’m as quiet as a mouse, And some people think I’m crazy and will follow them to their house, I can’t help being a little crazy as it is in my DNA, Compared to the rest of my family, I was meant to be this way, I can be very impatient and easy to get mad, But I’m pretty emotional and a lot of stuff makes me sad, Like remembering when I was little and caught the chicken pox, Or anytime my mom makes me clean the cat’s litter box, I love my little kitty and he has cute little black feet, But he can be super annoying when it’s time for him to eat, This is it; it’s finally the last year, Going away for college is for me nothing to fear, I love my family bunches, but they are always in my space, So I just look forward to having my own place, I was born in the winter time and I love the cold air, In fact I sleep with my window open all year, I swear! In all honesty, I hope this AP class is not too rough, I’ve taken four prior to and they were all pretty tough, I need the college credit to save money for my folks, Because they can’t pay for a million classes as they are pretty broke, I don’t expect this class to be no work at all, But I just hope because of it, my GPA won’t fall, AP classes cause a lot of stress for me, I’m not sure what I was thinking last year when I signed up for three, Anyway, back on subject this year I really want to do well, In fact, I want more, I want to excel, I want to be in a good college by this time next year, Lindblom is nice and all, but I can’t wait to get out of here, I’ll be really excited to walk across that stage, Something a lot of people don’t get to do in this day and age, I love to hang with friends after school and what not, We like to play Uno…..even though we all cheat, a lot, We all enjoy each other and our crazy little quirks, Sometimes we’ll just talk or maybe do some homework, I especially love to be with my boyfriend John, who has my heart, He’s so funny, and cute, and honest, and smart, I was so nervous when my parents wanted to meet him on a whim, I literally thought my dad was going to kill him, So far, none of my classes are too hard, But I’ll give it a couple of months and see what’s in the cards, This year I turn eighteen, and I’ll have so many more rights, But it’s after the election, which really bites, Oh well, life sucks, and there’s nothing I can do, At least after my birthday, I won’t have an early curfew, I look forward to being treated more like a lady, Except by my dad, who’ll always see me as a baby, Sometimes I think of the future and my mind goes blank, And I wonder: What if I go to college and totally tank? But I know I can do anything if I work really hard, And I keep focus and my work in regard, Well this poem has been long, so I should wrap up before it gets dry, So I guess, have a nice day…….bye bye!
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