The year quickly came to a close.
When I first thought of the seniors
All I could think was,
Iím not ready to be a senior.
Now my feelings are stronger.
I still donít want to be a senior,
But I also donít want to say good-bye,
To those who are.
As the days were counting down,
I began treading in deeper water.
The things I wanted to get done,
The things I wish I had done.
Where had the time gone?
The last week was the hardest.
The signing of yearbooks,
What am I going to do?
Trying to capture the memories of the year.
I should have stared in the beginning,
But I didnít think it would be this hard.
The seniors are leaving me, us,
But I left too.
I said goodbye to 17 preschoolers and
two teachers on Thursday.
I was in tears,
Julie was in tears.
People I had known for only four short
months brought more than just tears,
They brought sobs.
I donít want to think about what itís going to be like next year,
Leaving the people that I have spent nine months,
Out of every year of my life since 6th grade,
Or even longer.
How will I manage?
© 2000 Amanda Kritzer