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Rameela

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since August 2013
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Senior

August 28, 2013

1st semester 

Senior year.

Top dog.

A new year.

Maybe I'll work hard.

Probably not.

Last chance to make an impression.

Express yourself and be known.

But don't forget about

college applications.

And SAT,

ACT,

APs,

college essays,

scholarships.

Our whole future lies in the hands of tests and quizzes. 

It's all a blur.

2nd Semester 

It's gone by so fast!

Over-achievers have been accepted

but they won't stop studying.

But other,

well, they are done.

NO MORE.

This is the time where 

you're accepted into college,

Senior skip day,

Prom, 

and the infamous senior pranks.

The time for making the best of the

rest of the year.

 

Last day

This is it.

Diploma in hand.

Cap on head.

Walking down the stage

(make sure you don't trip!)

 and shaking hands with 

every 

single 

person.

Caps fly int the air.

It's over.

Finally.

It's over.

Oh no.

It's over.

Freedom!

It's over.

I want to stay!

Pictures,

money,

gifts,

cars,

surprises,

and parties.

The final goodbyes.

College awaits.

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