February 3, 2010
180 days a year

1,000 footsteps through the hall

Sometimes we break from friends

Sometimes we hit the mall

From varsity games on Friday night
And scared to ask out your first prom date
And hoping that your high school sweetheart

Would never show up late

From getting suspended

For texting your best friend in class

And seeing your life

Flash before you so fast

From getting that letterman

That you worked four years for

And making that final touchdown

That you’ll always remember you scored

From being in marching band

Black Watch was for the best

But still for the others

These years were a test

From studying for the SATs

To huge grad parties in the end

And to the drawn out text message

You were to afraid to send

So now we all stand

In a huge line here we are

In our caps and gowns

We’ve gone so very far

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