Freshman year was, for me, easily summed up in this poem I wrote shortly after I was done with school for this year at 4 in the morning. I'm really glad to be done with school, being as I hate it, but instead of my usual ranting about how horrible it was, I leave you with poety:
There are obligations
There are rubber soles skidding up hallways
There are pencil shavings at the bottom of my locker
There are red-lipped ramblings on bathroom mirrors
There are pieces of broken rules collecting in the corners where the walls meet
There are nail polish fumes lifting off from the left side of classrooms
There are jail-break rumors buzzing from phone to phone
There are hazard signs written all over our faces
There are yellow Post-It notes all over my bulletin board
There are promises of freedom written on the back of my hand
There are goodbyes sifting
There are shredded papers woven into bedsheets and crowns
There are fires I want to start
There are buildings I want to burn down
There are barefeet in pancake-yellow beds
There are islands waiting for me in a place far away from here
One year down, three more to go.
Much Love and The end of freshman year,
Sarah.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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