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__Sonnet__ As we take our final steps across We will be thinking of our times with friends that seem to be gone forever and lost We realize that this is not quite the end

Our memories will always be with us we will not forget Ole's final OHHHH at lunch while the teachers put up a fuss to try and keep us from reaching our goal

Class of '09 has made their final mark as we walk across that stage one last time all of us staying in somebody's heart we finally made it, we'll all be fine

Walk out of this place with your heads held high No one should say any final good byes.

cinquain soccer black, white attacking, defending, swerving eleven on the field goal

haiku Together Black Gold we fight for the victory with loss or glory

ten years have gone by meeting new friends here and there close ones at my side

good old washington aged Atlantic Middle School mostly new AHS

//__Revised Journal Entry #2__ day after day for the past year i have awaited for this the time that makes it a year one gone by being together

through all the pain and hurt through the obstacles and tests the memories of treachery we have overcome and survived our first year

memories flood my mind as i sit here and think of our past there are more of joy and laughter then there are of hurt and pain

now as we continue forth with what time we have left to continue the journey of a future that could determine the rest of our lives

__FIVE THINGS I HAVE NEVER NOTICED IN THE SCHOOL:__ // //Wiley Coyote sticker on Wiley's door // //Winter Formal lights are still hanging up in the commons // //Model jets in Mrs. Hobson's room ////Plastic cover bolted to brick wall right under where lunch trays go  ////Vent on the wall in the commons //   __//The Important Things //__ //friends-// having the three of us together again, just like the summer before he left

//family-summer fishing trip on the clear, blue lake with my dad yelling, "Reel 'er in! Its a big one."//

//love-feeling that is so very hard to describe//

//soccer-running up the turf, zig-zagging in and out with the ball at my feet// -mud fights during a coed scrimmage after a heavy rain

//dance-// tapping and stomping away on a stage, looking out at the full crowd

//books- curled up sitting in a quiet place on a stormy day//

//college// -walking out onto the big,open campus for the first time with Nick

//writing// - listening the the scratching of a pen to paper when writing down my thoughts

//memories- all the fun times I can remember with my friends.//

//Grannie Pat-closest family member as well as role model//

__What I Want Is__ What I want is Enough time

To do what I want What I want is

To see my brothers And my sisters

All together After so long

Smiling, laughing, Hugging, and crying

Watching my sister Walking down the aisle

With her father Right by her side

Taking each step Toward a new life

Brothers and sisters All watching her

Counting the steps As she walks past

Toward her future Step 1, step 2

__Revised Journal Entry #1__ I love you. I have fallen for you. You are the keeper to my heart. You have opened the gateway to new possibilities. These are all common ways to verbally express love for people who are "in love." Does anyone really know what this complex word means? Can one say that love even has a true definition? How old do you have to be before you can experience true love for the first time? I believe that someone can fall in love at any point of their life. When I say this I don't just mean the type of love in a marriage, but all the different types of love. The love for a brother, sister, mother, father, any family member, a friend, a pet, and even yourself. For right now I would like to focus on a specific type of love. The type of love called the first, true love. At the age of 15, I had thought I had fallen in love with my best friend's brother. After everything that I have experienced since then, I can honestly say I was completely wrong. At the moment, I believe myself to be in love. It may not be true love, but at the least it is love. Since January of 2008, I have felt this feeling for a specific person. Love is so very hard to describe. I have never felt this strongly for another in my entire life. To me, love has a truly beautiful meaning. I am just unsure of how to put the meaning into word, but i shall try. It is so hard to describe. I feel like I am soaring through the air when I think about him. I can never get him off my mind. Every single time I see him, hear his voice, or hear someone mention his name I feel all warm inside. My heart races whenever I look into his eyes. It feels as if I am unable to breathe whenever I am around him. He is my best friend. We can tell each other anything. We have our differences, but we are still very much the same. If he comes into a room full of our friends, just for a moment it as if it is just him and I. It is like everyone else has disappeared, and it is just him standing before me. I do not know if this is what you would call "true love", but I am sure that it is. This is my definition of love. Some may agree with it, and others may not. Everyone feels something different when they fall "in love", but this is my opinion. 