By Amirah Wilcox, 10th Grade, Acellus

In kindergarten, the world was wide,

Crayons danced and colors lied,

Nap times under paper skies,

Dreams as big as our sleepy eyes.

We learned to share, to laugh, to fall,

Tiny desks that felt so tall,

Hands held tight in crooked lines,

Time was endless, soft, benign.

Then middle school, a louder place,

Voices changed and so did pace,

Whispers in crowded halls,

Notes passed like secret calls.

Friendships formed and sometimes broke,

Hearts learned how to bend, not choke,

Homework grew and so did fears,

But laughter echoed, drying our tears.

High school came, a dizzy blur,

Everything changed in just a year,

Dreams took shape, some fell apart,

We learned to guard a fragile heart.

Locker doors with dented pride,

Finding where we fit inside,

Late nights with the pressure high,

Futures painted in the sky.

Promised ourselves we’d stay in touch,

Time would pass but not change much,

Caps thrown high, the world ahead,

The halls behind, where we were led.

Through every grade we’ve learned to grow,

Pieces of us we didn’t know,

From crayons to exams to goodbyes,

School shaped our souls and cleared our skies

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