A/N: I own this, no stealing. I wrote this due to my own impending graduation. I'm trying to write a poem to put in our senior issue of the school newspaper, but it probably won't be this one. I don't like it enough.

The rush, the thrill

You can hardly believe

As you don the tasseled cap

That you're finally going to leave

Still you think back and wonder

Just where the years have gone

Where are the preschool nap times

You once welcomed with a yawn

Where did Kindergarten go

Where you learned you’re A, B, Cs

And where is first grade

When you figured out 1+2 makes 3

Where went 2nd grade

When they introduced chapters in books

When did 3rd grade pass

When you noticed some girls worrying about looks

Where is 4th grade

When playing chicken was still cool

Or 5th grade

When you just couldn't wait for middle school

When did you lose 6th grade

When you figured out elementary teachers lied (what cursive?)

What happened to 7th grade

With that one teacher who cut you down, no matter how hard you tried

Where did 8th grade go

When you hoped the clique-caste system wouldn't last

And when did you lose freshman year

When you wished rec nights weren't a thing of the past

Where is sophomore year

When you were just happy not to be a freshy anymore

Where are your junior days

When you joined the winning side in the upper-lower classman war

Now as a senior

You wonder why

The days had seemed to drag

When the years somehow managed to fly

You get a bit nostalgic

Part of you doesn't want to go

But the future looks bright from here

And you're just happy to know:

You made it.

Congrats Class of '07