Back to School Blues

Ring, Ring
time for class.
Crowded hallways. 
Freshman rushing, anxious, EXTREMELY easy to point out,
backpacks larger than doorways allow.
Here come the Sophmores 
careless, foolish but, wise 
it's time for them to make all the mistakes they can before they become,
Juniors,
Busy, SAT's, class work
dreading the fact that they have 2 years left 
why cant they be 
Seniors?
Top dog,
WE run the school, 
walking through the building each day 
counting the days, minutes, hours until WE walk down that stage.
We dream about the day we recieve those diplomas 
but until then,
we sit in our desks
Waiting.
Just waiting.

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