Turn back, look over your shoulder
see those careless, joyous eyes
enthralled by inchworms and excited about playdough- playing with abandon
now look in the mirror
at those eyes
now enthralled by concerts
excited by the rush of
kissing with tongue
those same eyes
vague memories of
playdough
older, wiser, more beautiful
we're growing up, and loving it.
Another school year-- blink your eyes and its passed us by. Now here we are, at the beginning of summer, filled with this freedom that has been absent from our lives since this past September. And while we�re all trying to push any school-related thoughts out of our minds, or poking our voodoo-doll teachers with pins in their special places (um�have I said too much?), it can�t be ignored that through it all this year has been great. It�s not the SOHCAHTOA, but the memories that are going to stay with us on those cold, lonely nights and push us forward, make us stronger, and make the suffering of next year seem just a little more manageable. Memories, which have made us laugh and cry. Memories of all that has made us wiser, and memories of those times when our wits of even less caliber than a frog�s eyeball. Even memories which have made us touch ourselves, or others, or Vlad�..
Anyhow, before we all close this chapter of our lives I like to call Grade 10, we�d like to give you a little sumthin� sumthin� to look back on, a tribute to those glory days�