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What’s Wrong with Higher EducationA Story by Alfred Kukitzall A’s too |
To Frontiers FarawayA Poem by DoormanDanA little reassurance for my parents, who are not yet ready for me to move out into the real world on my own |
March 2000A Chapter by ReyaMar 3 We have been getting the exams back. I had over 80% for all subjects. It's not bad but I was upset that Mami got 3% more than me in ove.. |
9 March 2018A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciGraduation is fast approaching. |
At Last Our Time Has ComeA Poem by Kathryn EddyThis is poem is meant as a goodbye to everyone in my school. I graduate at the end of this year. Certain references were for certain individuals, some.. |
First StepsA Poem by Michael R. BurchFirst Stepsby Michael R. Burchfor Caitlin Shea MurphyTo her a year is like infinity,each day―an adventure never-ending.She has no concept of tim.. |
YearbookA Poem by Michael R. BurchYearbookbyMichael R. BurchHere I scrawl extravagant rainbows.And there you go, skipping your way to school.And here we are, drifting apartlike untethe.. |
Winter's Raven and Spring's CrescentA Poem by HadvvlThe ravens present a loss from winter's white snow's calamity where all is constant for the past 11 years, but the new moon of spring gifts a much hea.. |
Unwanted ReflectionA Poem by LoxMy friends are graduating, I'll be a little bit late but they're going now. They're leaving and I only have myself to blame. I wish I had been able to.. |
High School Graduation and MeA Poem by Connor ShaneI've lived well so far, but now it's time to live even better. I just think so many things about it all... |
Graduation Day, 1998A Poem by Melinda McQueenGraduation Day, 1998 Dressed in my red cap and gown, the day I awaited had finally arrived. The Maverick Football field adorned.. |
prologueA Chapter by sunnyThe moon is about to peek out, as the blue triumphs over the orange. Agatha feels like the best part is already over. |
The Mockingjay's LegacyA Story by HaileyValedictory Address 2023 |
Those Memorable DaysA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a high school poem. It features the events of the old days. |
I think Time is Passing,A Poem by Rustling LeavesI can taste it in my coffee. |