The Best Four Years
we arrived.
wide eyed and full of 8th grade pride,
we quickly learned our place,
“freshman” seemed to be it’s own race
Our parents claimed
“don’t be a fool, and don’t act lame
as these four years are some of your best
now shut up and study for your test”
A confused look showed on our face,
these four years? I think you’re mistaken
I think of the best years of my life relaxed at a pool
not sitting in freshman bio starting to drool
The year passed slow, but finally it was June
as we saw the seniors throw arms to the sky.
We all looked longingly wishing it was us who could toss the hats,
walk across that stage, and never return to high school class
Sadly (or not?) it was not our time
and we returned as sophomores
The year of preparation
for IB….
IB arrived,
with homework unmatched,
the Lord Baron warned us,
as we cried “is it really worth it?”
We closed off our social window
and boarded our bedroom doors
to spend long nights writing papers
and keeping up with the work
Again we hear our parents say
“Embrace your work,
these years should be your best
I don’t want to hear you complain about your 36 tests”
Some remained unbroken,
some had simply left,
We were warned the programme is very demanding
leaving all of us familiar with one word; stressed
Senior year has finally come,
IB part 2,
with the friends I have luckily gotten to know
held together by experiences like glue.
When I reflect back on my almost 4 years here
almost like a jab in the chest
I become overwhelmed,
Actually, these years were the best
So much we have learned,
so much we have progressed
so many people we now know
and so many we’ve impressed
So many times we’ve walked these halls
so many times we’ve felt stressed
so many memories of picking each other up
and it was pretty fun (even those tests)
We all claim,
“Thank God that this is done,
another year of that and
my head would get the gun”
But the real world is coming
with more responsibility
more experiences
more fun?
Less of moms cooking
no more sleeping in our own beds,
no more running to hug mom
on ugly, not so good days
More independence,
but more ways to mess up
hoping for success
and the eventual rise of the champagne cup
New people to meet,
new places to explore
But holding strong to memories
of best friends we’ve had before
So before you say
“ The Best Fours Years? What a waste,
I can’t wait to get out of this place”
Think of the memories
think of the day
when you first strapped on your backpack
or finished a 3am essay
think of the halls you’ve walked
a millions times before
think of the places
you’ve gotten to explore
think of the good days
and also the bad
the funny times you’ve spent
and remember the sad
the people you call
when you are upset
the first test you bombed
or the deadline you’ve met
or that one time
with a new special person you’ve met
think of everything, don’t be afraid
High school is a blessing in disguise
don't be mistaken by the bad times
simply embrace, and improvise.
You’ve met tons of people
and shared plenty of laughs
maybe done some things
you don't want to remember in your past
I know I’ll miss you all
the ones who made me laugh
the ones who made me cry
you the ones who made me believe.
and it is these memories
with these people
in these halls
that will never
ever
die.

