Of End of Spring

Well, it's almost summer, and those of us in school know that means freedom. We've reached the point where we no longer try our hardest (if we ever did). We're honestly just trying to make it for another few weeks. Even the teachers don't care. It's a hard time for us all. We want to be gone, but we must stay.

For we lucky 8th graders, this week almost means freedom, because at our school, this is the last "real" week we have. Next week is set aside for exam reviewing, and the week after is actual exams. Piece of cake. Yes, that means 2-hour long tests every day and a bucketload of homework, but that's just one side. Exams also mean spending 2 weeks relearning and being tested on stuff we already know, and then get to go home afterwards. REAL piece of cake. Especially if you get to go to Ukrops - I mean "Martin's" - after exams to get one of their specialty baked goods. Yum.

So all I'm saying is that exams aren't a reason to groan. And for those of you who aren't fortunate enough to have exams - I'm sorry. You'll make it. Remember, we're all suffering together.

....But not 8th graders. Haha.

Of A Simple Child

A simple child will ask and not know
If the sun and the sky and the earth do grow
And he'll wonder and stare with longing at clouds
Watch the world pass by, and never know how
And just listen to the songs, the words we can't hear
He'll soak up the Earth through his mouth, eyes, and ears
And the glittering sun and the soft, gentle breeze
Are his friends, and he doesn't care for disease
So he loves the storm, and the cold, winter, too
For they comport him while everyone is blue
And he'll watch and he'll wonder, be a part of the world
Without really knowing, and then with fists furled
He'll wake up to life - or so it would seem
Is the world that we know only a dream?