8th Grade High
8th Grade High
Watching confusion morph into understanding
Hits my veins and feeds my insistent craving…
A rush…
Taking “I don’t get it” to “wow, that’s cool!”
Is a psychedelic kaleidoscope of emotion
Unparalleled by any other
Blissful euphoria reigns when 8th graders make statements like:
“Vocabulary is sweet because then I can insult grown ups without them knowing it!”
what a kick!
What perspective and honest insight!
As the English language becomes a friendly tool instead of a frightening task-master,
I can see the transition echoed in clear, youthful eyes,
I am complete
And very high…
When literature sets the guts of eighth graders aflame
Because I lit the fire
I’m buzzing
High…
I don’t create foreign policy
I don’t legislate new laws
I can’t cure cancer
And I’m not a philosopher…
I am an addict
I am hooked
I inject my words into their heads
And ride the wave of empowerment
As I search desperately
For my next fix.
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