This started with me thinking about how freshman are the "little fish" and seniors are "big fish", yet in one year seniors go right back to being little fish. Then, a bit more thinking (I try to do that often) lead to the conclusion that we are all the "little fish" - in this great, big world of a pond. Despite this, we all do our best to be the "big fish", to be bigger and more influential than most of us have hopes of being.

I think my favorite part of this poem is how shockingly accurate it is. If you look no further than the surface of the poem, the symbolism is obvoius - In case it wasn't obvious enough, the fish are my fellow students and the pond is representative of high school. And it works - different species of fish are different cliques, who still talk to and easily coexist with other "species" even if no common interests or personality traits are shared. 

And, if I am being honest with myself, the chances of me contacting most of the people i met in high school are slim to none, even those I currently consider good friends. This is the case for most people.

Anyhoo I'm not really into poetry I'm really just a cynical, moody senior in high school who needs money for college and the #YOWO Poetry Slam came up on a list of scholorships I qualify for.

Thank you for reading my poem.