Sophomore 101 - Written May 2008

They're Trying To Accept


So here's to the guy who drives you to school each morning.

Here's to a new math teacher that doesn't teach any better than the last.

Here's to the English teacher, that is now teaching Spanish.

Here's to the crazy old guys in the hall that were actually teachers.

Here's to varsity chorale and the difference between the two.

Here's to eating the same thing, every day…when you have money.

Here's to biology and never actually learning anything.

Here's to public presentations of poetry and the confused looks from faces of ignorance.


So here's to your next boyfriend before your next birthday.

Here's to barely scraping by in a class you should be passing.

Here's to sitting next to guys you think are pretty cute.

Here's to dreading your third hour because the teacher is so loose.

Here's to standing next to basses and falling silently in lust each day.

Here's to changing tables to sit with older friends.

Here's to sitting next to friends and enemies and finding level ground.

Here's to being considered perfectly acceptable with a faltering taste.

 

So here's to eating breakfast every morning and running out of cash.

Here's to passing your first important test when you're an emotional wreck.

Here's to having closer friends in an altered class that just gets easier.

Here's to changing teachers, changing classes, and still dreading every day.

Here's to changing tables, yet again, and still feeling like an outcast.

Here's to giving in, and giving up, on one of many a high school crush.

Here's to sitting next to closest friends and realizing…you might not like them as much.

Here's to reading aloud as much as you can no matter who complains.


So here's to trying a second time with casual ties.

Here's to nearly failing, once again, and killing yourself to pass.

Here's to slacking off and loosing credit and not caring any more.

Here's to hating classes and wanting to skip but your friends refuse.

Here's to settling on a fourth table and trying to be content.

Here's to abusing your lenient teacher and wandering the hallways.

And here's to waiting for the final bell to ring.

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