Eric Blake

High School

Leaving eighth grade I was ever so lazy
My thoughts about school were constantly hazy
Until my older brother once said
If you don't do the work you'll be dead.

As the work load piled in
So much it was almost a sin
But when report cards came about
All my parents could do was shout.

At that point I really didn't care
Life was running past like a hare
If I didn't get on track soon
I'd surely be exiled to my room.

My mom told me a million times
Then finally I wrote down these rhymes
My mind had suddenly gone 'click'
Now all my choices come so quick.

Now I'm already on that track
My mom is finally off my back
My grades are really turning around
All of my knowledge was found.





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]


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