First Monday

i am done with school. with high school.

with drama dressed in low slung tank tops and sparkle lip balm.

with last names and their logo Polo's and new basketball shoes.

with soup-in-a-can smelling classrooms and hand sanitizer.

with rocket man and his diabetes.

with the scuba diver and his yard stick.

with the Brett Farve shrine and too much quiz bowl.

with red pens and check marks. (13 out of 30.)

with equations and calculators and numbers with letters.

with mandatory pep rallies and social football games.

with silver glitter prom nights and dinner down my dress.

with weekly dehydration and coffee drives between class.

with her and him and mr. and mrs.

i am done with school. with high school.

Sometimes you have to look reality in the eye and deny it. If you only look at the what is, you may never attain what could be.

now i study durning summer. graduate of 2009. i will not survive another year...at least not sane.