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The Different Year

That year was different. That year, we discovered things. Time got longer for us, Our cages more confined. We learned who was real, And who wore a mask. I found out how many Tears I could cry. Laughter was found In unexpected places. Changes happened daily, Our expectations never realized. Words were spoken lightly; Truth and lies so similar. We were growing up, Too fast, yet so slowly. It was a year of learning. Of changing. Of discovering who we are. It was grade twelve.

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Date: 3/9/2013 12:00:00 AM
Though being homeschooled since I was eight I can still appreciate this. You give a very broad range of what it's like entering into the end of school days... the awkward space in time where you're not quite an adult, nor a child. Then again I guess we are all constantly growing... well penned!
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Karlin K. Jensen
Date: 3/9/2013 9:47:00 AM
Thank you very much! I actually was homeschooled until grade six, so I have experience of both.

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