Remember when
There were the never-ending Word of the Day battles
Spanish cheese salads and purple noses
We danced to the rappings of teachers and towering white niggaz
When everything was ‘immoral’…or was it? Who could tell
Fair was foul and foul was Perez, after all
‘Happy’ couples looked down on us
As did that all-too eager prom prospect that was our beloved paper head
Who cried when we sang ‘Sir D to the I to the Ñ-O’…you know the rest
And a birthday was celebrated in the flickering candlelight.
There was a year of identity crises
Hanna…Apple…Chloe…who are you, really? Oh my gosh, you have a boyfriend?!?!
A genius arose among us, one with impressive skill with diagonal lines and the number 4
Our Sabpag gave everyone nightmares
Just like Lian’s [Freaky] Friday hairstyles
Are you an assassin? A drug lord? Or the long-lost son?
I forgot-ask my Don.
Nobody could face forward anymore what with our uber-hot temperature reading
When we were strassled, we were reminded to chillax
You’re wrong! You’re wrong! You’re wrong!
We danced to new music-that of a certain Jenny and her block
And who could forget? Taaanuntuntun-tanuntuntun…NIEVA!
Blessed were we for we had won the favor of a certain mathematics fairy, who we had come to
know as our godmother
We stewed and squirmed and sweltered in the heat of the broken aircon,
Too terrified to turn on the ceiling fan
On our very own Eurotrip we journeyed with Scotty down the Parisian catwalks,
Through Spice Girls concerts, run-ins with Grecian muses, and beer-drinking contests
They told us we were the most interactive
As if we didn’t already know!
The blonde population began increasing at an alarming rate
And we heard tales of that magical place called Gretaland
Though many proudly (or perhaps begrudgingly) wore T.I.I.S. pins,
It was curious how the very same people were armed with flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s
Day
Planners and pillows in hand, we drifted through the last hours
Until at last
Even if we didn’t want to close our eyes
Or fall asleep
Afraid of missing a single thing
It was time
Time to go home
Time to graduate.
Small but great, we’ll shine in the dark
We’ll be the light making dreams come true.
Let’s go 4A, huh!