FMS MEMORIES

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A poem about my journey through the dreaded public school: Fisher Middle School. From the start of sixth grade until the end of eigth.

Submitted: July 28, 2011

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Submitted: July 28, 2011

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SIXTH GRADE

Nervous jitters, questions like:

What do I need?

Where should I go?

And

Where do I fit in?

 

You are not alone

Backpacks full with things you

Bought with mum over summer

It seems just like yesterday

 

Not sure if you should ask

Someone or if that will just

Make you look "dumb."

Though we didn't know it at the time

 

WE WERE ALL IN THE SAME BOAT

 

SEVENTH GRADE

Stair-case...

Success or failure, new friends or old friends?

Who

Knew

Twenty-one

Stairs

Could

Lead

To

So

Many

OPPORTUNITIES?

Bigger lockers, bigger kids, bigger expectations.

Just when it felt though the pressure of seventh grade was

Crashing down on us... we had friends to pick us up.

And I thank you.

But you guys didn't know what was in store.

 

EIGHTH GRADE

After all the years of growing together,

We still fell divided.

Anger, hate, seperation.

 

Being punished for the things those few people did.

The people that didn't know that as age increases, your

Maturity is supposed to as well.

 

Old friends are lost, new ones are made and we wonder...

Whatever happened to the simpler days?

Boy... I'd like to know.


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