"Detention or Lab?"

[19] My alarm clock rings at 7:30, on a morning that looked very drab.
[15] I jump out of bed, hoping to not be late to the high school.
[19] I must not get lunch detention today because I have Biology Lab.
[15] I have to skip breakfast, breaking one of my cardinal rules.

[10] I am clearly not used to this routine.
[14] While showering quickly, I realize I am rarely ever late.
[10] I throw on a few clothes and my blue jeans.
[14] By the time I leave my house, it is 7:38.

[14] I have 12 minutes left to make it on time to homeroom.
[14] Traffic is moderate, but I am catching all red lights.
[14] Driving safely but quickly, I pass the cars as I zoom.
[14] I reach the street to park on, slowly escaping my plight.
 
[17] I ran swiftly into the building, and went quickly up the long stairs.
[17] I disregard my locker, and go into class with all that I had.
[17] I looked at the clock, and then at my teacher, who gave me a long stare.
[17] "Your fine," she said, as I exhaled and began to feel relieved and glad.

"RU Ready For This Poem?"

[16] As October ends, so does the college application process.
[16] I completed my transcript-release forms, and submitted them in.
[16] But now the painful thought of rejection had caused me great distress.
[16] My mind could not be at ease, it was always in a violent spin.

[14] "It will take about two weeks," My guidance counselor said.
[14] But she did not realize how much these "two weeks," I would dread.
[18] I tried to read a few books, to alleviate the worries in my head.
[18] Yet, my plentiful reading could not put my heartaches sound asleep in bed.

[16] "Alas," I thought to myself, as from my room I gazed at the stars.
[16] But a glimmer of hope arose, upon looking at my guitar.
[15] Playing acoustic guitar, yet again, shall come to my aid
[15] Whilst practicing, a joyous mood was inevitably made.

[15] The early November days now pass me by gracefully quick.
[15] I have found many songs I desire to learn how to play.
[9] But I do not know which songs to pick.
[22] I narrow my choices down to certain selections from Hillsong United and The Fray.
[22] Regardless, I have found any type of music, to easily have my worries allayed.

[19] The two week duration hurried by, but I hardly paid any attention.
[18] Nevertheless, I was still eager to find out if I was admitted.
[19] I finished my homework, and went upstairs to my bedroom feeling no tension.
[18] I was longing to finally have all my anxieties acquitted.

[17] I sit with my laptop at my wooden table, awaiting the news,
[19] hoping my email of admission to Rutgers University comes soon.
[17] My inbox reads "1 New Message," and I fearfully await my plight.
[19] But I see a "Congratulations!" and continue reading to my delight.

"The Quest to Win Spirit Week"

[18] As October rolls around, spirit week is the topic of discussion.
[18] To lose as a senior would come many terrible repercussions.

[14] The grand spirit-filled week started off with pajama day.
[16] The seniors took the lead easily and were ahead in the race.
[14] But the second day, the "freshmen success" did not delay.
[16] The seniors unfortunately had to settle for second place.

[16] However, to my joy, we won Wednesday's and Thursday's events.
[16] On Wednesday, everybody dressed up as cowboys and cowgirls.
[16] Our victory made the underclassmen begin to lament.
[16] Thursday, the seniors looked professional and looked as great as pearls.
[16] At last, our success for the week was beginning to unfurl.

[18] When the seniors felt comfortable, the hallway judging still brought us down.
[18] Somehow the freshmen beat us, because they too wanted the trophy and crown.
[19] Tension between each grade had quickly risen when the final day came about.
[19] Everyone dressed in their class color and cheered for the events with a loud shout.

[14] When the class dance and races finished, the crowd grew anxious.
[14] Every grade fighting to win made them appear contentious .
[18] All eyes were on the MC who then began to read the final standings.
[18] The seniors were declared winners, and rushed the floor as we had been planning.

[21] The feeling of winning could not be explained by any word in the dictionary.
[21] A hard-fought, school-spirited victory that will always remain in my memory.

"When I felt no chemistry, with AP Chemistry"

[24] It all began on September 5th, 2012, when my hope for a "fun" senior year was crushed.

[19] After I sat in my AP Chemistry class, I realized what I had done.

[24] Wallowing in my bad decision to enroll in chem, I thought never could this battle be won.

[19] The first week of class, we reviewed how to balance metathesis equations.

[24] We were told to go home, read, and learn it ourselves, as if we were AP Chemistry mavens.

[22] As I opened my AP Chem book that evening, I had to face my first senior struggle.

[22] The thought of a test within 2 days, made me want to shed enough tears to form a puddle.

[22] Magnesium hydroxide plus hydrochloric acid yields... Well, here comes the frustration.

[22] "But I could simply drop the class, and take something easier," I thought. Oh the temptation!

[19] "No!" My heart responded. I must work hard, and study well. There may yet be hope,

[19] if I do well on my first test, and set a good base. I will not give up, nope!

 

 [12] For the next two days, chemistry consumed my mind.

[12] I studied all night, just so I won't be behind.

[14] The daunting test, intimidatingly awaited me.

[14] But if I studied hard, I will conquer it- guaranteed.

 

 [11] "Tick-tock," the clock sounded. Time was running out.

[19] As "Test day" arrived, I was led into a state of utter resignation.

[11] I studied all that I could, there was no need to be upset and pout.

[19] I thought, "Just focus on the test and think hard, for the entire duration"

[18] The bell sounded and I quietly handed in my test, feeling afraid.

[17] Immediately after school I anxiously went to see my score.

[18] I instantly noticed a red, sloppily-written, numerical grade.

[17] But my eyes focused, my vision cleared, and therein lied a "94."


[14] My worrisome heart rate settled, and I began to cheer.

[14] Ah yes, this is certainly going to be a good year.