Saturday, May 11, 2013
"My future depends on this learning" or "yes, it's eighth grade, but it still matters"
My future depends on this learning
When I wake each morning, wipe the sleep from the corners of my eyes, I am not sure quite how to greet the day.
The first thing I think, is how much I want to return my head to my perfectly molded pillow and sink back into a simple, dreamless sleep
but then,
I think about my dreams
what do I want to accomplish in my seemingly thus far, unaccomplished life?
It's eighth grade
but maybe today my future depends on this learning
Maybe today my life will begin
Maybe today my otherwise uneventful life will become
forever eventful
Today I may discover my calling, or perhaps I will discover that girls don't really like it when I say mean things about them.
Today I may find out that I really understand math, and that when I look my teachers in the eye, they appreciate it.
Or perhaps, I may find that I the pants I wore to school have a huge hole in an unsightly place.
But either way, maybe today
Maybe today my future depends on this learning
my future
depends
on this
learning
This learning may be grammar and syntax, or how to wink without closing both eyes
But either way, maybe today
My future depends
on this learning
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Poetry
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