Spring Part I.

 

The community in this college

Best expressed in the classroom

In poetry where words fly like paper birds

In creativity, seen in every face around

In the help and praise and friendships given.

None of this could have been anticipated yet all wanted

All welcomed

 

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I was a yoyo crashing to the ground

But the flick of an unseen wrist pulled me back up

For the first time I was forced to face my fear of not being perfect

Doing something I had always wanted but never dared

Writing

Somewhere a light turned on

I could see a direction I wanted go

A voice I wanted to share

The earth was no longer shaking

 

My mother who used to be my teacher

Started school; became my classmate

Together we wrote late night papers

Shared information on classes

The walk to school grew into a sixth sense

And experience grew beyond the classroom

Basement events;

Club meetings

Financial aid lines

 

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