A Sad End

I knew the end of the school year was coming, but it came quicker than I thought. The yearbook was alright. It wasn't hard back, though, so it kind of looks cheep. In it I had a page all to myself. I wrote a poem for it.

The Real Talmadge

If I were to say that we were a school

Full of students that are popular and cool

With perfect grades and stylish clothes

Beautiful hair and cute polished toes

That would be a lie.

The truth comes next, and that you can live by.

Most of us feel that Springboard is dumb.

Despite the rules, half of us still chew gum.

We rant about our opposing political views.

Our school colors consist of gold and blue.

A lot of students think Band is the best.

The students in favor of Choir are the rest.

We indulge ourselves in dating drama.

Our behavior suggests brain trauma.

The nutrition break we are given is used for sugary treats.

We scribble passed notes all over our worksheets.

We cannot live without our cell phones.

We haven't yet started thinking about student loans.

Our school is full of nerds and outcasts and preps.

We are working towards college with small baby steps.

Some of us do our best and some of us do not.

We decorate our friend's locker and don't get caught.

We are a school that dreams by the hour.

We may be small, but we've got power.

I did think of a lot of individual people during this thing, and I really think it sums up our school.

I am going to miss people. I still might not move, so that's not the problem. It just that.. school is a way of communication and without it we won't be able to see our friends as often unless we arrange it ourselves. We are used to seeing them each day whether we want to or not.