tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post4418470956635897378..comments2023-10-30T08:24:35.514-04:00Comments on Dr. Kefor's Classroom Blog: Seniors: Class PoemDr. Keforhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448440678781257212noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-61267656463365988202015-05-19T22:30:48.041-04:002015-05-19T22:30:48.041-04:00We all like to use big words.
Some of which we do ...We all like to use big words.<br />Some of which we do not fully understand.<br />It makes us sound more photosynthesis.Elliot Ariolanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-66601485453436576082015-05-19T18:27:57.867-04:002015-05-19T18:27:57.867-04:00They say nothing can stay the same
but this ending...They say nothing can stay the same<br />but this ending is a shame<br />we shined brightest right before it was over<br />super nova<br />don't want to leave, but i need a change<br />shout out to the class of 2015<br />for always keepin it clean<br />killed it when the pressure was the most<br />but i caught senioritus, gotta coast.<br />-Catherine RafuseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-34782562488881968332015-05-19T16:39:16.695-04:002015-05-19T16:39:16.695-04:00“Remember”
A few years back we were just kids
li...“Remember”<br /><br /><br />A few years back we were just kids<br />licking icecream off of hoodsie cup lids<br />The days where we played with webkinz and silly bandz have long past <br />And sitting here now we think, “Boy wasn’t that a blast”<br />We made it through thick and thin. <br />Even the times where it looked like we could never win.<br />What about all the tests and quizzes.<br />I’d say some of us turned out to be quite the wizzes.<br />And how about freshman year?<br />Being scared of the seniors that, constant fear<br />We made it guys, we are all here. <br />But this isn’t the end, we have a long way to go.<br />We must move on, we've got a lot of potential to show.<br />Whether it be graduating college as your next big thing.<br />Or marrying your high school sweetheart with a diamond ring.<br />Maybe even getting the job of your dreams.<br />But what happens now, is up to you.<br />Whatever you do you’ll make it through.<br />Just remember the times that you had.<br />And remember the time you became a Norton High School grad!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17897949775836268236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-22375562688821098572015-05-18T23:17:22.380-04:002015-05-18T23:17:22.380-04:00“THE CALL”
We have been taught many subjects from ...“THE CALL”<br />We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking<br />We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell<br />I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet<br />The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again<br />But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom, <br />It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear<br />We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation. <br />The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments<br />But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and <br />This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung<br />It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report <br />Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14318852202301947282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-70056759124898644022015-05-18T22:23:47.936-04:002015-05-18T22:23:47.936-04:00“THE CALL”
We have been taught many subjects from ...“THE CALL”<br />We have been taught many subjects from simple math to advanced higher thinking<br />We grow up together, learned played, those long hot summer days in the class room waiting for final bell<br />I can hear the bell now it was always here tell us what to do and when to do it but now it’s quiet<br />The sound that we now here is inside of us, we have to make our own decisions about life should we take that job offer, what college should we go to will I ever see the people sitting next to me again<br />But the bell isn’t outside in a hallway or in the classroom, <br />It’s inside of us, in our hearts the calling that we are hear<br />We have seen and learned thing that cannot be unseen, the first time a fried cried, a Monday after a long weekend and meeting someone new after a dance, recounting with forgotten friends after a hot summer vacation. <br />The now seemed pointless tasks that we had to complete for ridiculous assignments<br />But it’s all over, most of us have decided what we want to do, and <br />This is for the people who haven’t decided want they want to do after graduation we still have time because the final bell has not yet rung<br />It’s not over until the job is done and even when that job is done we still have to write an after action report <br />Final comment to the class of 2015, will have learned we have lived and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14318852202301947282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-66350644678367096952015-05-18T17:39:42.022-04:002015-05-18T17:39:42.022-04:00Graduation
By Eric Sanford
The end draws near
To ...Graduation<br />By Eric Sanford<br /><br />The end draws near<br />To our high school career,<br />As we prepare to exit here<br />With some new hopes and many a new fear,<br />Even as eyes begin to tear,<br />Departing from friends and peers,<br />It is now clear,<br />That no matter what the future holds,<br />We shall find success as it unfolds.<br />Eric Sanfordnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-70039377999280395922015-05-18T16:23:02.609-04:002015-05-18T16:23:02.609-04:00Cassandra Goyette - Class Poem
Seventeen.
The Pre...Cassandra Goyette - Class Poem<br /><br />Seventeen.<br />The Pressures on.<br />When that graduation song comes on.<br />You walk the stage.<br />Receiving a slip of paper, determining the rest of your days.<br />But you're flipping the page.<br />Letting a new chapter begin, before your new life sets in.<br />Do you wanna work a minimum wage or get a degree?<br />For a life that could possibly set you free.<br />Filled with opportunities.<br />For us to take.<br />While others lie in our wake.<br /><br />So pack your bags, it’s time to checkout.<br />Leave behind your doubt. <br />Facing forward, we keep marchin’ on.<br />It doesn’t matter who you took to prom or who hits a bong. <br />What matters is, that we all get along.<br />And enjoy these last few moments.<br />Before they're gone.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-76043490693978997872015-05-18T10:42:16.350-04:002015-05-18T10:42:16.350-04:00Norton High was a blast.
Here’s to graduating.
Spr...Norton High was a blast.<br />Here’s to graduating.<br />Spread your wings and learn how to fly.<br />Growing up together has been fun.<br />Remember all the times we had together.<br />Appreciate the good times.<br />Down the road we may meet again.<br />Unbelievable friends we made.<br />Away we go to the future.<br />Thanks for the memories.<br />I’ve had the time of my life.<br />Onto new things now.<br />Norton High Class of 2015.<br />Katie Folanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14849949269850094112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-75078642785996280862015-05-18T10:41:24.678-04:002015-05-18T10:41:24.678-04:00“The final slice”
The time has come
Our final sli...“The final slice”<br /><br />The time has come<br />Our final slice of pizza<br />A new journey awaits<br />New foods to try,<br />New places to see,<br />New people to meet<br />A new journey awaitsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00076625572336502503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-25594237605295148082015-05-18T10:31:04.522-04:002015-05-18T10:31:04.522-04:00"Farewell" - a Shakespearean sonnet in i..."Farewell" - a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter<br /><br />The halls are silent now, the lights dimmed black. <br />Chairs sit, empty, the students gone again.<br />Graduation’s here - too late to turn back.<br />Cross the stage, grab your diploma, and then...<br /><br />The world’s ahead of us, waiting, arms open,<br />Take that first step. Don’t hesitate - just go.<br />This is our time. This is our moment. <br />And never let anyone tell you “no”. <br /><br /><br />The future is a frightening place, <br />Full of memories that are yet unmade.<br />It’s not a thing to be feared, but embraced. <br />Stand in future’s light, not the past’s shade.<br /><br />Here we are, gathered again one last time. <br />Ready to face the future’s great climb.Emily Beauchampnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-15716906241074303732015-05-18T10:29:45.282-04:002015-05-18T10:29:45.282-04:00
Just as the flowers grow in the spring,
We will b...<br />Just as the flowers grow in the spring,<br />We will blossom.<br />In the beginning, we longed for the end,<br />But now, we have done it.<br />We all went through struggles in these four years,<br />But we have gotten past them. <br />The next step may be overwhelming,<br />But we will make it.<br />We can all be a part of something bigger,<br />But we just have to try.<br />Just as the flowers grow in the spring,<br />We will blossom.<br />Jensen Bramwellnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-12770801121837173232015-05-18T10:22:42.471-04:002015-05-18T10:22:42.471-04:00When we walked through Norton High School’s doors,...When we walked through Norton High School’s doors, <br />No one knew what this place had in store. <br />As the school improved through the renovation, <br />We endured a parallel transformation. <br />We all started as brand new freshman, <br />Learning and growing with each lesson. <br />When sophomore year rolled around, <br />We were no longer the high school babies in the town. <br />We trudged through English and biology, <br />Although it was history that nearly killed me. <br />Junior year was full of academic stress, <br />And the worries of finding our perfect prom dress. <br />As we approached our senior year, <br />We shifted up yet another gear. <br />College applications were a wakeup call, <br />That we wouldn’t all be together next fall. <br />The year went on and so did we, <br />Like a bird flying from tree to tree. <br />We completed every project and survived every test, <br />Anticipating graduation and the start of the rest. <br />So here we are on this June night, <br />As we stand on stage in your plain sight. <br />Our caps and gowns lay over our special clothes, <br />And across the stage, a sea of purple and white flows. <br />We’ve finished this stage of our lives, <br />While our future still grows and thrives. <br />After tonight we will all go our separate ways, <br />But all stay connected by this one special day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07026928007000430573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-39792246124784772012015-05-18T10:22:31.350-04:002015-05-18T10:22:31.350-04:00A name is called
Silence.
Up the steps, walk, st...A name is called<br /><br />Silence.<br /><br />Up the steps, walk, stop.<br /><br />The air is thick honey<br /><br />Seeping through robes purple and white.<br /><br />Spot bright, shadows dance and laugh and cry.<br /><br />The moment shines frozen, focused<br /><br />A blur of light and sound and held breath<br /><br />And things done and things to be done<br /><br />Waiting to escape in the afterglow.<br /><br />A swallow flits through<br /><br />And out comes a hawk<br /><br />Keening and gaining height<br /><br />Wings carving a path through the sky<br /><br />Ready to soar.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17913734587909081680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-60653538052036039582015-05-18T10:18:36.107-04:002015-05-18T10:18:36.107-04:00Decisions:
So many choices, so many fears
A decisi...Decisions:<br />So many choices, so many fears<br />A decision’s been brewing for years upon years.<br />“You put in your efforts, you did your due time”<br />but something’s been itching at the back of my spine.<br />It’s the question of the decade,<br />it’s the choice fraught with fear.<br />Where, oh where, will we end up from here?<br />Where can we go when we’ve nowhere to steer?<br /><br />Push forward through the hardships, <br />And find calmness after pain.<br />The blurry years ahead of us leave so much more to gain.<br />The future can be bright, you know, <br />If you just give faith a chance.<br />For the past- we must let go of now,<br />It is but a fleeting glance.<br /><br />Get out there, succeed, and prove everybody RIGHT.<br />For we all have the potential to shine our brightest light.<br />Take your life by the reigns and just do not forget,<br />All the memories you’ve made and the friends that you’ve met.<br /><br />A lifetime of knowledge cannot help you make a lifetime decision.<br />We must simply try, and fail, and learn,<br />To grow.Melanie Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00984542097170001154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-69516686220053956172015-05-18T10:14:15.847-04:002015-05-18T10:14:15.847-04:00Eugoogly
Mother cannot guide you, now you're...Eugoogly <br /><br />Mother cannot guide you, now you're on your own<br />Only me beside you, still you're not alone<br />RIP class of 2015 you will be missed<br /><br />Anna Sweeneynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-66874364043178707552015-05-18T10:13:59.068-04:002015-05-18T10:13:59.068-04:00Where future ties into present
Our endeavors and o...Where future ties into present<br />Our endeavors and our struggles<br />Composed into one day<br />Built up over the course of four years<br /><br />Who we are in this moment<br />And who we will become<br />Are based on serendipitous discoveries <br />That have pushed us this far<br /><br />Together we will graduate<br />As friends, as a family<br />We will look back to each other<br />But also look forward<br /><br />With the world in our hands<br />And the future laid out for us<br />We will add importance to this world<br />The moment we walk the stageAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09461847142979673484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-24122658055791946212015-05-18T10:01:31.256-04:002015-05-18T10:01:31.256-04:00Farewell:
Farewell all my friends,
Farewell my fe...Farewell:<br /><br />Farewell all my friends,<br />Farewell my fellow colleagues,<br />Farewell and goodbye.Hogan Bridgesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-30929252042264755762015-05-18T10:00:41.496-04:002015-05-18T10:00:41.496-04:00"Graduate Queen"
I'm like hey, what..."Graduate Queen" <br />I'm like hey, what's up, hello<br />Seen that diploma in my mind as soon as I came in that door<br />I just wanna graduate, got a sack of homework gotta finish thats the goalmarissa eisnornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-16957455555202217992015-05-18T09:46:53.673-04:002015-05-18T09:46:53.673-04:00Graduation,
sweet like the first mark of spring.
B...Graduation,<br />sweet like the first mark of spring.<br />Birds brought back to sing.<br />tall and taller<br /> ambition grows,<br />wide and wider<br /> wonder unfolds.<br />Welcoming all<br />Worth beyond words<br />Now look out and call<br />the signing birds.<br />The first flower has bloomed.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07844267462055369536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-16383881043106854292015-05-18T09:41:03.716-04:002015-05-18T09:41:03.716-04:00Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why am I writing?
...Roses are red <br />Violets are blue<br />Why am I writing?<br />This poem won’t do.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07372228713049263096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-12420750750085294552015-05-18T09:40:03.163-04:002015-05-18T09:40:03.163-04:004 years have come and gone,
Oh how it felt so long...4 years have come and gone,<br />Oh how it felt so long!<br />Together we've grown<br />Greatness we've shown<br /><br />We've achieved so much to be standing here,<br />Filled with cheer<br />We will walk with pride<br />Best night of our lives!<br />John MungerAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06492477438359152564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-26236874835213723452015-05-18T09:37:49.518-04:002015-05-18T09:37:49.518-04:00Swoll father
whose arms be heavy
large be thy fram...Swoll father<br />whose arms be heavy<br />large be thy frame<br />thy reps will come<br />thy sets be done<br />on the bench as it is on the squat rack<br />and give us this day our daily protein<br />and forgive us our cheat days <br />as we forgive those who don't rack the weights<br />and lead us not into cross-fit<br />but deliver us from smallness<br />weighmen<br />GO LANCERS!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10036033270473175290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-9154816234585379652015-05-18T09:02:40.067-04:002015-05-18T09:02:40.067-04:00The four year wait is over
I think we are all reli...The four year wait is over<br />I think we are all relived<br />for a significant piece of paper <br />which we all will receive<br /><br />Heading towards the future<br />We don't know what we'll do<br />Everything seems so scary<br />but I'm sure we'll be fine<br /><br />So farewell to all of our classmates<br />starting a new adventure<br />We wish the best for success<br />and especially happiness<br /><br /><br />-Allison Brooks<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-27012141998494506682015-05-18T02:17:44.657-04:002015-05-18T02:17:44.657-04:00"Seedlings" -- Emily Durst
We started o..."Seedlings" -- Emily Durst<br /><br />We started off young, small seeds with potential.<br />Then we blossomed from seeds to weeds. <br />For some of us, we thought of ourselves as weeds<br />That would never grow into flowers.<br />But we did, we sprouted, blossomed, and opened up. <br />We unraveled our petals, all different in color and texture.<br />Our leaves grew large and strong with veins mimicking <br />The most complex and unique road maps.<br />Our stalks and stems have become thick and tall<br />And now we tower towards the sky for a new day of sunshine<br />Or for a new bout of rainfall.<br />At this point now we are grown<br />and our petals reach towards the warmth of the beaming sunlight.<br />Nowhere else to go but up.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14066815353951908980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030064583967117001.post-87184705952870539402015-05-17T12:22:14.894-04:002015-05-17T12:22:14.894-04:00“Godspeed” - a Spenserian sonnet in iambic pentame...“Godspeed” - a Spenserian sonnet in iambic pentameter<br /><br />Graduation day: we’re finally here.<br />This is a time to look back on our past,<br />It’s a time to release all of our fear.<br />I can hardly believe it came so fast.<br /><br />Now as we stand on the stage at long last,<br />Look around you and take everything in,<br />Reflect on what our hard work has amassed.<br />Breathe as you wear your cap and gown and grin.<br /><br />Just like a snake shedding its old, dead skin,<br />We are about to leave high school behind<br />‘Cause this is the day our new lives begin.<br />We’ll blaze ahead with our paths undefined.<br /><br />Don’t be afraid of where your life may lead,<br />Stay strong in all that you do, and godspeed!<br />Emily Brogannoreply@blogger.com