October: "My Struggle with the SAT"

My three least favorite letters: S A T

Oh how I wish I could be set free.

This test only determines the rest of my life.

Why can’t I just get every answer right?

But because that is impossible,

I have to be logical.

I was forced to take class after class and see tutor after tutor.

Again why can’t my mind just work like a computer?

This isn’t the way I imagined spending the beginning of my senior year,

But I had to get over my fear.

The test is less than a month away.

And to my dismay

I had to give up 2 hours out of my Saturdays,

Which gave rise to someone’s salary,

All in hopes that my scores increase dramatically.

All I can do now is wait

Until November 3^rd, the date I hate.

Preparation was torture.

I hope for the best in my future...

September: "Lovely Mess"

Just when I thought everything was going great,

There was a change in fate.

Everyone says senior year is the best,

But for me it was far from the rest.

The first week filled me up with stress,

Bombarding me with a self test.

Can I handle this?

Life threw me a curve ball

To see if I can recover from the fall.

Sure enough I made it through

The drama I believed would never come true.

The lies that stood in the way

Distracted me from my extremely busy days.

My main concern was trying to fix things

Like there was some magical tool.

But I was just a fool.

I soon learned what was really important.

Although I was hesitant

I let it go, ignored the negative,

And went with the flow.

Can I handle this?

Is that even a question?

Did I mention..?

I made it through

Without a clue.

Senior year is supposed to be the best.

So now I juggle one less mess, you.