We gotta dig deep...A Poem by Freshmen Group A

I wonder how I got there?  What choices I made for me to become what I became?
I wonder if I would really get there?

Keep trying to achieve your goals.

Stay in school.
Work hard in school.

Don't give up.  That's what losers do...

Doing better in school.

Do not ever use drugs, smoke, and other bad things.

Lack of interest.
Talking.

Athletic.  Hyper.

Awkward.

Eating as a small family at the kitchen table.

Spend time with my dad after my whole life and childhood without knowing him...

You did the opposite of what your family members told you...

Try and get out of the house more often!

I would like to know what it's like to be on your own in the real world,
But I have to do what I got to do to get where you are at.

I just mainly want my life to make me happy.  Doesn't matter how it is.
Are you famous??

How many iguanas do you have?
Do you have a girlfriend?  A boyfriend?

Yo quiero ser constructor.

In the end, you're the only one who knows where I'll end up.
Life is not as it seems.
It's a mix of our goals and dreams.
It'll get hard.  We'll get tired,
But we gotta dig deep.

Street art by Banksy.  "There is always hope."

Student Poets: Pablo A, Alfonso A, Sarah A, Jose B, Vanesa C, Brianna C, Javier C, Amanda E, Juan E, Giovanni G, Luis G, Rogelio G, Kenia G, Shantal H, Jose H, Esmeralda M, Humberto M, Mirna M, Yuri R, Julissa R, Leonardo S, Jesus S, Jose S, Victor V, Jesi V