Dreams
I’ve always been a dreamer. Had high hopes And ambitions For myself. When they shattered To pieces, to shreds I thought I’d never complete The goal set for myself. Starvation, Truancy, Hospital bed After damn hospital bed. During sophomore year I was a worthless piece of trash That did not deserve to live. I had no purpose, no meaning And did not want to live Past seventeen. I wanted to graduate On time so bad But feared I couldn’t And just gave up on living. The thought To attend what used To be known as an Alternative high school Frightened me. What would the kids be like? Would I be “one of them?” A drug addict? A teenage mother? A high school dropout… Come September… Everyone was so Accepting, Kind. Welcoming. Friendly. Down to earth. Encouraging And motivational. None of the rumors spread At my home high school Were true. I could be myself Without being judged And felt like I fit in Where I belonged. The nine-month journey Of senior year Seemed to never end. September to June Seemed like an entire life time. To be honest, It passed in the blink of an eye. When I thought I wouldn’t pass The standardized tests I did. They picked me up when I fell And pushed me to keep going And never give up. Now, I am a community college student And realize I have so much to live for And will do everything it takes to Fulfill my dream of becoming A high school English teacher. Thank you to the Henderson Bay High School staff for assisting me through the journey of my senior year of high school to graduate on time. Each and every one of you have made an impact on my life in your own way and I will forever be grateful to each and every one of you. Sorry I haven’t visited since graduation! I want to some day! Much Love, Bre 😊 Bre is starting a blog. You can view her blog by going to: https://breanablogs.weebly.com/
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