Gabrielle Dougherty's blog
The Graduation Mafia (and why they're making me sad)
As June 12 (graduation day, for those of you know who haven't bothered to look) edges ever nearer, we seniors are feeling the pressure. Hot, boiling, unrelenting pressure. Yes, the entire senior class is being steamrolled, as we scramble to finish those classes required for graduation and get everything else in place before we (finally) leave high school forever.
America, and stuff?
Like many PCHS students, I spend a few classes in a computer lab, or use computers for the majority of class work.
.jpg)
since feeling is first
I've dedicated my life to memorizing all of the three hundred and fifteen poems in e. e. cummings' "Collected Poems 1922-1938." It may not happen. It probably won't. But it gives me something to do when I'm sitting alone in the twilight of my bedroom, when I have a million other things I should be doing but I'd rather just read poetry aloud to myself.
