Disconnecting the Dots

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(As I become a senior in college I reflect on being a senior in high school)

Disconnecting the dots of senior year

With many vibrant spots of light that

Grow, that bend, disappear

Those left begin a sequence of memories past

The memories that we hope will last

 

Disconnect the dots of the final hours

And use our strongest, deepest powers

To keep in mind what designed

Each of us into individual, sublime

Proud, intellectual, motivated seniors!

 

It’s been 12 exhausting years

With many initial fears

Plenty of bright smiles and laughs

Plenty of narrow frowns and tears

Suddenly our bright future appears

 

And it seems all of our rich past disappears

Melts into smudges

Molds into lasting smears

Of a single canvassed painting

Composed of all these 12 years

 

The glamorous sports and clubs start right away

Homecoming week, vacations, and break

For when school we can no longer take

Holidays outline the year in stunning silver and glittering gold

Truth be told we are dazzled with the autumn oranges

To the sensational festive greens and crimson streams

Our wildest, warmest holiday dreams

 

The Dances, the movies

Those moments we share

The outfits, the letdowns

The “Nobody cares”

Identity and humility

Writing extensive essays on Frankstein or playing Your Wii

Drinking Red Bull, constant energy

Listening to your I-pod, watching Idol

Watching the relationships grow, crumble, Grey’s Anatomy: the title

 

The parties, the pizza, the sing-alongs

The fuse ball tables, the Record labels

Going out to celebrate

Going out, coming home late.

The lunch Room

The library and the Computer free periods galore

Work hard, giggle, or just lay back and snore

Brightly-colored birthday balloons

Bake sales, awards, and triumphs we were blessed with

Or the “drama” and life lessons that we were tested with

 

The plays, the musicals, and V-Shows too

Tear-jerking, eye catching, Perfect too!

The Clubs, the Band, Orchestra and Choir

The ability to join whatever you desire

 

Math Class, Bio, Cal AP

Trig, French 4, English 3

Tech Theater, Government, Sociology

But the most important class learning from each other

 

Senior – almost done

It all floods the mind

Of all the things we must leave behind

We must look ahead, march to the podium

In the heat of June

Never forgetting All those senior mornings, nights, and lazy afternoons

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