By: Ashley Crupper and Naomi Hillard
There was news, here and there, about you,
Well, that’s because you were the utter opposite of new.
And we hadn’t really thought much of you and where you were placed,
Only because we hated falling right on our face.
You were definitely crammed and you stunk,
And, trust us; it was not just the freshmen funk.
Don’t get us wrong, you were cool,
You were 75% of the school.
We grew to like you because you’re where all our classes were,
There are plenty of memories, everyone agrees, I’m sure.
Some good ones, and some bad, a variety of sorts,
We ran up and down your hall to condition for sports.
We’ve spent 3 years in your hall, and have grown to not care
Because there are absolute and inevitable thoughts that we share.
But, as seniors, we miss you because you were really all we had.
The new hall, oh gosh, it just makes us mad.
We look down the hall and think about those days,
With our favorite classes, our favorite times, in those favorite ways.
I’m sorry that we left; it’s not our fault we promise,
Just know that it’s always going to be you that we miss!
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