Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Empty Feeling
Ode to the Seniors
by Robbie Summer
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The school is like an empty shell,
A very quiet empty shell.
The hour that tolls fourth is especially quiet,
And I know that God has blessed us this day.
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There's my very weak attempt at blank verse poetry. Honestly though, it feels different without the seniors. I think that I miss them. Sigh....oh well. At least the juniors are still around. They're possibly the coolest class ever. I look forward to going on Senior trip with you guys.
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P.S. This is my fortieth post. That's like a landmark or something. Sweet.
# posted by Roberto @ 8:30 PM 
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Congrats on your 40th, Rob :) Your senior year will come and go too soon and your mom will be crying over the parting of her first boy-child. Are you thinking Wheaton as well?
"cold blue silence is filling
but the warmth of a friends arms is better....."
stupid right? lol i wrote that in
my 6th grade poem. im worse than you-if thats possible, jk.
but the warmth of a friends arms is better....."
stupid right? lol i wrote that in
my 6th grade poem. im worse than you-if thats possible, jk.
I DO miss the seniors, but I'm glad you're still here, Rob (although you weren't at school today), because I have realized that the majority of blogs I read are the seniors, so there's been no one else updating lately! Just wait...only 3 more weeks until YOU are a SENIOR!
awwwwww that was super sweet!! Every day at 2:30 till 3:16 stephanie, Amy and I said, "HA,HA,HA, we're not in physics now!!!!" jk....i never looked at my watch except to make sure i didnt have to pay for being late anywhere.
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