Still Waiting
old faces.
new experiences.
I had expected
that I'd
be harvesting fruit trees
that I'd
fly in eagle skies
make stable
my roots....
Now I'm done
For just this year
But I'll give it time
For it takes it
to grow
(Through years, still
I sprout)
And now I wait.
I have patience.
I'm still waiting
The end of the year was a tranquil one. In past years there was a lot of hubbub about the summer and yearbook-signing and farewells. But none of that this year. Maybe it's just that the end of the school year is so uneventful and insignificant now. Maybe it's because we still have homework and school never really ends. Maybe it's because time flies so fast, the summer is quicker than the blink of an eye.
Really the only feeling/thought I had nearing the end of the school year was a haste to begin the next. So many things had been left hanging and I wanted to see what would come of them. This summer has been pretty dry, figuratively and literally.
So yeah. I know these paragraphs are getting short, but to be honest there is not much to say at this point.
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Summary of Freshman Year
CasualeFreshman - noun - The year of high school during which thoughts and feelings blend into one and stress builds higher than Mt. Everest while acne doesn't get much better and hormones are flying awry and love is indescribable but yet is thought to be...
