I look outside and see a world,
A place filled with people, places, and things,
A place where darkness and light befall the same corners,
A place where life is lived and where life ceases to live,
A place that is characterized by individuals not cliques,
   A place that forms its own culture,
A place that doesn’t apologize for itself,
A place filled with clichés,
A place with tragic memories and glorious memories,
A place that makes mistakes,
A place that has its own definition of dreams,
A place filled with love,
A place filled with hate,
A place where classes live simultaneously,
A place that never sleeps,
I wouldn’t have it any other way