Entering the doors once again feels like a chore
The roaring "it's a beautiful day for learning" echoes throughout the halls
It's the outrageous Dr. Hickey welcoming me to a new school day
As I fly by the science halls
I still hear A-Rod muttering, "Mommy!"
I hear a thunderous Doc screaming at a student
As I enter the second floor
I hear Mr. Fischer announcing the God-given gift of a brain
I listen and find Mr. Kunkle declaring the Spartans' fight to write
As I climb the stairs to the third floor
I see the famous murals decorated along the walls
I hear the distant, meaningless small talk of those around me
As I enter the atrium of the third floor
I hear Mr. Genova's infamous Spanish playlist
I listen to Ms. Pfohl's nerdy, sassy remarks
Three years of these repeating sounds
I only have one year left
How long will these comfortable melodies remain ingrained in my brain?
They will soon be replaced with the thunderous boom of a new beginning
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