Freshman Year

By Carly Floyd

6/9/10

This building

How many times have I sat,

Staring at the clock, waiting to go home?

How many times have I sat here,

walked there,

done that?

This routine is so deeply embedded.

I feel I could go on forever this way.

(If I could fit forever in a day)

Hey

It seems like only yesterday we talked of that

Was it last month the ceiling fell?

Or I fell in the hallway from laughing so much.

So many memories of thus year

So many laughs, and pictures

So many firsts.

So many people I got to know, to talk to.

I have all of these things in my mind,

I carry them with me.

But now

Now I have to leave, and it will be months

Months until I next see this place, these people.

But I will have changed.

And some things will be gone forever.

So, bittersweet, I go.

Looking back at my school, I say goodbye.

And for better or worse,

Here comes the summer.