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Graduation

Ah, the week has finally come. I have worked twelve long years to reach this week. Graduation! How sweet the word sounds when I say it, except for when I think about the ceremony I have to attend to get it over with. My graduating class is made up of about 420 other nervous, motivationless teenagers like myself. I think the part I dread most about the whole thing is that, because my last name starts with a “V”, I have to sit in a chair, my heart racing for eternity, while I wait to be called. I know I’m getting a medal at graduation. Will I trip on the stage? Will I look a complete dork when I walk across it? Will I be able to stand my principal long enough to let him hand me my diploma? Will I cry? I can see all of the worst-scenario events happening.

Granted, I’m probably making way too big a deal out of this, but it is probably the biggest event I’ve ever been a part of, and I want it to go quickly and according to plan, whatever the plan may be. Also, my school colors are purple and yellow, and my gown is a giant purple blob. It is not a dull purple either: more like a neon purple, if there is such a thing. I feel like a giant eggplant going to sing in a choir when I wear it, minus the green and the choir book. Oh well, no one said I had to look pretty. Who came up with the acceptable graduation attire anyway? You’ve got to admit, graduation caps look pretty silly if you think about it. Who just decided that wearing a giant, cardboard square on the top of your head was attractive, or that it marked scholarly achievement? I just don’t understand it.

Well, I imagine I’ll be able to tell you all about how it went in a couple of days, if you’re interested, so stay tuned. There’s sure to be wonderful tails of embarrassment coming! :p

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Poems

Flip-Flop Phantom

It is silent, all is quiet in the dark

I can hear him coming down the hall; there is his trademark

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom

 

I am frightened, all is still

I can feel his presence in the room; bring shudders down my spine he will

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom

 

The sound stops, I feel a stare on me

I am chilled to the bone; whoever’s there my eyes cannot see

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom

 

Worried for my own security, wondering who I will find

I switch on the light; upon him will brightness finally shine

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip flop phantom

 

No longer is there fear, silence is calm

I am embarrassed; sweat is wiped from my palms

Flip, flop, scurt, squeak

Flip-flop phantom

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompts

Prompt of the Day 4/21/17

You’ve just become a secret agent. It is now your responsibility to isolate yourself from friends and family as much as possible. How will you deal with the isolation, the rejection, and the emotional difficulty of completing such a task?