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and on, and on, and on they go, flourshing in the breeze, they come but they never stay they always fly away. some will cough and others will sneeze, some will just go... they will go.
The Kaffeeklatch It's 9AM on a Monday. The Grey haired seniors gather at the same ol' coffee shop, wearing their varied camouflage, sports, and veterans hats.
Dear high school seniors, It's sad because we have so little time left with the people we've been taking for granted for so long. It's sad because it feels like it will happen so suddenly
everyone tells you how amazing senior year will be, From freshmen year, you watch in awe as the seniors move about. You envy them, for their achievements and accomplishments For their prom dresses and their cap and gowns.
You all have touched my life in many ways. Perhaps it started when you first offered me a seat back in eighth grade. I was awkward, shy, I didn't want to fuck things up. But I had nowhere to go.
Summer is already over, and only now it hits me.I am a senior. This year.And I am running out of time.What have I done?All of that time that I spent inJunior, sophomore, even freshman year
In May I have to graduate from school,
The road that lies ahead in our minds is often bright and shining To others, it's dark and gloomy and every sunrise is a dread Caught in the middle, I'm paralyzed between fear and hope
Thank you. I honestly don’t know how to put it any other way but Thank you. Thank you teachers for choosing this career path. Thank you for dealing with
Senior year, A time where Day by day you Create memories, Knowing they'll die. Yet you continue, Relentlessly even. You'll go your own way, He'll go his.
Deadlines and expectations stress and struggle, it's here, it's time The truth comes to the light
Do they not understand Do they feel the stress behind our eyes Do they feel the expectations weighing down on our shoulders We do. We do not realize that you want the best We feel pressured
They were the best class I've had, said the teachers who taught the 2014 graduating class. Nothing but trouble, mentioned the Sherriff with evidence on his desk. The year we believed amd soared far in football,
He's on every wall of every room, Around our necks and in our heads, In our hearts, in what we said. He hangs on the cross, Head bowed in shame 'Cause you can't do one thing.
I have a dream, Similar to Martin Luther King, I want us all to succeed. The words, "We have finally made it" to be uttered through our hearts, Shared by Our differences,
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror same face, same features growing up with you has been a joy but now we are both seniors about to part our ways and I dread this day for I ask myself everyday
The bell rings. The anouncements come on. THAT has been our morning every day of the school year, for the past 3 years. Now we're seniors, and I still see this sad, sad routine.
Wow I cant believe I finished high school. This feeling I feel is too cool. I thank my mom for everything and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything. I want to be the best I can be
A small adventure it was, a mile journey. On crumbling pavement, carrying my sandals in my left hand. Barefoot, blisters forming, small cuts from tiny shards of glass, thrown to the roads.