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Three more years.....
Three more years until the class of 2009 graduates high school.....
Three more years until the class of 2009 leaves behind everything they have ever known......
Three more years until we prepare for college.......
Three more years until we can finally set out on our life's journey.....
Three more years until we can leave our parent's house for good......
Three more years until there is no more curfew......
Three more years until your every move is no longer watched.....
Three more years until there are no more county exams......
Three more years until we have to start taking up extreme responsibilities......
Three more years until we have to start paying bills......
Three more years until we are adults......
Three more years until our lives are in our own hands.....
Three more years until we don't have to deal with annoying siblings......
Three more years until we no longer have to deal with yelling parents who never understand......
Three more years until we never see the friends we have had the past four years again.....
Three more years until we have to split up from our high school sweetheart cus we've both going to other sides of the world.....
Three more years until our thoughts of what is important are utterly altered......
Three more years until we don't have to eat disgusting cafeteria lunches......
Three more years until juvenile hall isn't an option.......
Three more years until we realize how much we've fucked up.....
Three more years until weunderstand how much we've missed......
Three more years until tears pour down in rivers as we realize how much we treasured everything around us........
Three more years until the class of 2009 makes that momenteous walk down that aisle to that podium where our lives start changing........
Three years isn't very far away, is it?
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like it. it scares me. 3 years ago i was preparing for 'college' or uni rather, and too many of these ring true for me, 'Three more years until we realize how much we've fucked up.....
Three more years until weunderstand how much we've missed......'
awesome. what a horrible trip down memory lane for me!!! enjoy those three years! |
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Normal writing is poetic hm? I don't know. I did enjoy your perspective; your positive outlook. I never graduated highschool; I felt a calling at the time, and left highschool to go into the Navy during the Kocovo conflict. Strange how the world has changed since then.
Yeah. Three years is nothing; nor is ten. I remember clearly being your age; close my eyes and still see it, hear it, and smell it.
You can do great things, and by all means, you should do great things. First off, if you want to write seriously, stop talking about wanting it, and just go and do it. Write ten pages a day, every single day until you are finished, or can write no more.
Do it, because if you do it, you'll want to do it more.
J. Edward Nolan |
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| It's a nice look ahead; six years from now you should do "three years ago" and see how your perspective has changed. |
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| It's a nice look ahead; six years from now you should do "three years ago" and see how your perspective has changed. |
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this piece reads like a tribute of some sort. its effective fromt hat stand point. Your thoughts were well expressed and impressed upon the read. I do question your stanza formatting however, it left the meter to airy in my opinion.
good write over all, thanks for the read. |
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