"ian" poems - Hello Poetry

I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC

enya-costa

Senior

I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.