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Those High School Years

I remember those high school years When being popular was so important, I tried so hard to fit in with my peers. Each grade was like changing gears Readjusting to teachers was torment, I remember those high school years. I spent lots of time in laughter and tears Some years wondering what it all meant, I tried so hard to fit in with my peers. Freshman year was rampant with fears, Hoping the dean’s office never to be sent I remember those high school years. All through the sports’ jocks nasty sneers I was a band boy carrying my instrument, I tried so hard to fit in with my peers. I think I may have even tried a few beers Some credence with the guys that lent, I remember those high school years I tried so hard to fit in with my peers. Written April 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/4/2022 6:44:00 AM

Nothing wrong with this "I was a band boy carrying my instrument," - which instrument was it?

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/4/2022 8:23:00 AM

I played the cornet in the high school band. My senior year I was the Drum Major. I also played in the Berea College band my freshman year. Then, I switched instruments and eventually played the clarinet in the Akron Symphony Orchestra.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 4/4/2022 12:24:00 AM

Happy memories Milton, back then we all wanted to be part of the gang, then we get older and wiser and go out own way. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/4/2022 8:29:00 AM

So true. Amazing how satisfying, or being like, our peers isn't so important as we grow older.

Marco Chies

Date: 4/3/2022 6:11:00 PM

I Forgot to comment: the night before you posted this poetry, I looked up and heard on You Tube that old Cat Stevens song, Old School Yard...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/3/2022 6:19:00 PM

It is simply amazing how coincidences can rise up out of nowhere, meaningful time when something comes to mind. I used to marvel that I would never see a particular car model or color until I bought one, then they seemed to be everywhere. I think of the number of times I write a poem and several others on the same, or a similar, theme pop up out of nowhere. And, I know it happens to everyone, or at least I suspect it does.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/3/2022 2:54:00 PM

Very nice!High school is not easy. I went back to visit the next year and was glad I was out of there…lol

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/3/2022 6:10:00 PM

Thanks, Kim. When I was a senior I thought the year would never end. I kept saying to myself, When will I ever get through with this!" Now, I look back, and it was merely a blip in my life.

Marco Chies

Date: 4/3/2022 12:45:00 PM

Excellent, once again.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/3/2022 1:24:00 PM

Thanks, Marco. It was fun remembering.