Where We're From
We are from JDMS,
House 2,
Room 203,
We are from notebooks and binders,
Pencils that quickly run out of lead,
Books that are dog-eared and loved,
Bookmarks and blog entries.
We are from burgundy lockers,
Their doors slamming through the hallways,
Scuffed up by abusive kicks,
"Do you have the locker key?"
Echoes through the corridor.
We are from things and stuff,
Writing pieces that were never finished,
Alphabiography binders that are still being filled,
Reading records that cite our progress.
We are from crumpled up paper balls
That somehow find their way through the air,
Try and try again,
Missing the elusive basket of the recycling bin.
We are from 73 vocabulary words,
Quite a cumbersome list,
With the foreboding final exam
Slowly creeping up on us.
We are from "borrowed" pencils,
Notecards and research envelopes,
Library and computer lab visits,
Conferences and deadlines.
We are from room 203,
House 2,
JDMS.