Dr. Seuss Inspired (don't count it for my final portfolio)
you have a brain at the top
a heart in the middle
and feet at the bottom
a hand for "stop"
some fingers that fiddle
all set, go out and get em’
Those School Days (revised)
The smell of fresh, navy pressed gowns as crisp as the blowing, ocean breeze. The ending of an elongated era a step taken forward in history. My formal schooling has finally come to a close like a stealthy door quietly joining its doorpost. A door that's been swung open day after day with hinges hanging loosely, at last detached. The caps took many ticking clocks to arrive as if it purposefully assumed a snail's pace. While the bus missed me going to graduation I surely knew I wouldn't miss it once gone. Then gone, I didn't know how much I truly would miss: 1. The time dedicated for breaks and sick days 2. The view when commuting for my 9-hour day 3. The chances given for getting things wrong The sight of my "declaration of independence" was liberating, but the rushed in adulthood - debilitating. And yet, the combination of both gave form to a freedom, interlocked with meaning - responsibility.
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