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Senior Divider 139
As much as I am part of it, so it is part of me
and always will be.
From seniors who seemed so tall
To seventh graders who seemed so small, I have seen and been them all.
These blocks of brick with no aesthetic beauty have stood strong and sheltered me
And now I walk straight and confident Through its slender halls.
And happily I may criticize And happily some patronize
But now the tears wet my eyes as I grow to leave it behind.
With it I leave shadows of silly boys I kissed in stairwells
And silly girls who laughed with me over silly boys. Teachers who jumped on desks
Whose mouths now move in slow-mo in my mind. Tears shed in pink bathrooms
Over long forgotten tests. Dances that blend together.
And the debates that changed us. Made us human.
Made us look at the world. Made the world real.
And often did I hate it.
Wanted to tear it down and re-create it.
Blow it up. Burn it down.
Leave forever and never turn around.
But now my shadow grows longer.
And I see that not all beauty is aesthetic.
And it has taught me well.
For as much as I am part of it
So it is a part of me
And always will be.
By: Claire E. Lobdell