Senior Year
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A vast landscape beckens onerous treks
Entreating tilling rocks and honest thoughts.
Paths ahead intersect, awaiting steps
Lined along eager vines and ochre moss.
sitting next to mein almost every classthe girl with the blonde hair.
although our friendship beganat the end of junior yearshe always influenced me,ever since the first day of school.
I'm used to seeing my mother smile and be giddy.
But the moment I became a Senior in High School,
Her smile suddenly became non existent.
When I brought a letter home about Senior activities,
I'm used to seeing my mother smile and be giddy.
But the moment I became a Senior in High School,
Her smile suddenly became non existent.
When I brought a letter home about Senior activities,
Senior year was dimmed by the coming shadow of applying to college
Countless hours in coffee shops writing essays
The alternating waves of excitement and stress
It’s all about the money
The future is coming, it’s closing in, it’s imminent
Be prepared, figure it out before the rest
Decisions made now affect the rest of my life
what am i?
i have seven months
to define seventeen years
in 650 words or less.
no problem;
i have plenty of time.
it's only june, after all.
beautiful souls surround me
The idea rocketed around my head with determination
Fireworks spitting flames into my imagination
Join dance
Join dance
Join dance
It bounced into my ta-ta-tapping toes and my beat-beating heart
Rowing the little boat over the roaring tides and underneath the thundering clouds, I hold onto the life I had lived before. The load got heavier, the rain fell harder and the waves crashed with more anger. I surveyed the black water, looking for
Tick, Tock
Went the clock.
Shuffle, squeak
Went the sneaks.
Papers cover the floor,
Just as often as
Someone slams a door.
The bell is almost near,
Oh why can’t it be next year?
This year has passed just like all the others
It's last moments a whisper, before it joined it's brothers
On his deathbed, I spoke to my old friend
While we both knew that he would never mend
Ive been through so much in 2016. When it first started everything seemed fine until, May.
After May, I seen my whole world start to fade.
Constant thoughts of dying, constant fights and arguing. All I wanted was escape
"You're hardworking, cute and a great person." He said to me smiling
His words moved me so much I was to the point of tears.
I ponder about my past of middle school and the hell I went through.
Expectations are now at thier highest peak.Senior year and I'm still a freak.I'm sorry.I apologize. Please turn away, don't watch me cry. I will never be what you want of me. I'm so sorry.
I wake up to the smell of success
Eggs and Bacon sizzling on the stove
A commute compose of five stops
Avoid the tardy bell
If not, detections on Saturday
Nine hours of school, be equip with a snack
'Seize the day' they say,
or else you'll fade away.
This is the final age,
before we take the stage.
The golden age of seventeen,
we dance in childhood's final scene,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.
True. Those are the lyrics to a song, but let’s be real here for a moment.
You know you need me, just flat out admit it.
I'm falling hard, but it's my time to go.
Be who I'm destined to be they say, but what do they really know.
Senior Year.
I've had enough of this crap, I'm done.
It's mid-February now, and soon I'll be waring the Ides of March.Then it's April showers,and waiting with bated breath for May flowers.
Senior Year
17 and 18 year old punk kids
Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years
We were told we were so smart
I am putting my summer clothes away
And replacing them with my nice new school clothes.
I put away my sunscreen
And take out my school supplies.
Tommorow is the day that I begin school.
It's senior year, the best time of our lives
It doesn't get better than this
You'll always remember this year
It's amazing how we grow as a family
After our friend committed suicide
On the first class meeting of my freshman year,
I was told that when you leave highschool
you are two numbers.
SAT:
GPA:
keep up your grades,
stay out of trouble,
get involved.
The gloves pinch my skin in the best places
The tips of my fingers
Almost covered
With enough space for a secret to slip through
While I try not to breathe
Blow away this evidence
There is a secret to the monsters
You see
They crash and burn
When it is that you succeed
Strive for happiness
Strive for love
Strive for God
There comes a time in your life
When you stop checking
Behind shower curtains and under beds
Because you feel as if you would be better off
If the monster got you anyway
Freedom is a full tank of gas, the wind in your hair, the date on the calendar.
It tastes like the sun that comes and melts the snow away, and smells like the fair that comes to town, bringing elephant ears.
My dream is to be a animator
Not just any digital design animator
No, That is to wide of a goal
I am for smaller more difficult
Disney animator
That is what I want to be
The world is laid before us,
Awaiting our command
School is slow receding and
The earth is in our hand
They say I can do any
Thing that I desire
I could save the dying
Or save a babe from fire
STRESSED.
Senior year. The year we have all been waiting for. The year we were all eager to start.
The school bell rings, I'm late for class
at this rate, I'll never pass.
College essays, school ones too,
every day, a new one's due.
What will I do? I do not know.
A real good college, I must go.
Write they tell us,
Show us who you are.
Give us your soul in a story they say
I’ll grade it and judge all your scars.
Thousands of students with their
Mean what you say, say what you mean.
If you don’t mean it, don’t say it.
This poison that tumbles from your lips
Can destroy a reputation,
Can destroy confidence,
Can destroy a soul.
What do you want from me?
Am I not good enough?
Am I a dissapointment?
A mess that needs to be cleaned up?
Senior year bites.
For it is too stressful,
Slightly dull,
With many sleepless nights.
Stress can cause fights,
Pain of the skull,
Loads of bull,
And ripped tights.
Can you believe it's really here?It's October of our senior year.
Our class is closer, closer than ever.Why can't this year just last forever?
The beginning of the end of our childhood.
The first semester of the last year.
So many endings.
like reading the last book of a series
after each chapter, wanting to reread it
so the story never ends.
For what reasonwould I ever want to come back here?There is sickening staleness in the air,winter breeze coming from the heat ductsand no one is friendly,including you, Mr. Authority.My discipline report
My dearest teacher, your class is so boring
Even my foot is now snoring
Obviously you dont how to have fun
Sitting in our desk all day, come on we're still young
When im in your class im always tired
Oh Senior English class
You bore me with Shakespeare’s Hamlet
You pick out the guy who reads like a snail race
To read Hamlet’s third soliloquy
Man school's a drag
Let's all go take nap,
Pick up those pencils and pens
It's time to go learn in my class.
Teachers expect to much of us kids
We just want to hangout and shoot the shit,
Twelve years
Twelve long years we have been here
Locked away
Locked away in this place you call school
We’ve paid our dues and are ready for more
We’ve learned what you can offer
Yeah, I appreciate what you do.
Thank you for spending a little extra time
looking over my essay with me after school.
I know its a long ride home for you
and I know you don't get paid for the overtime.
I never thought I‟d be the one, it always seemed so far away. It‟s unbelievable how far I have come, but “senior” was never a word I could say. College, work-based learning, it‟s stressful.I have to get my life figured out.It‟s a crashing reality
We're all worried about college,
but there are many things we don't acknowledge
like leaving all our friends
to go transcend
All we think about are applications
and going on summer vaction
All year long
I don't even know when I 'm strong
Why do I have to wait
You're the right fate
Shadows you can see through
Sunlight clouds
Darkness falls
Fall leaves
Spring flowers
Senior year is finally here,
I don’t know if I should cry or cheer.
Constantly fighting with my mom,
we both know I’ll soon be gone.
Stressing out about tuitions,
hoping college will bring fruition.
2013
My graduation year
the end has never seemed so near
leaving friends and my home in the past
but i promise i wont forget the tough times
staying up late to finish homeowrk
I fumble about the halls for the last first day
Watching all the underclassmen, scurry on their way
I sit through the last first day, of free school
Thinking, over … the summer, I should have made a visit to the pool
I'll tell you about my senior year,
It was a great, adventurous time,
It's hard to recall without shedding a tear,
But above al, else, this year has been sublime.
The days tick by and seconds feel like hours
They sit in class all day to "Grow like flowers"
Our teachers continue to lecture in class
They sit in their seats, daydreaming for time to pass
