23 Days Until Graduation

My freshman year was sterile

I was separated, regulated

It smelled of hand sanitizer and soap

The hallways were one way only

My sophomore year dreamt of normality

I sat next to people for the first time in years, made connections

It smelled of laughter and big groups

Posters started to litter the hallways again

My junior year was riddled with true academic challenge

I spoke up more, found my voice

It smelled of changing friends and formal dresses

Hallways were filled with Grand Prix’s 

My senior year is full of logistics and real friends

I make my presence known, think about my future

It smells of vanilla and change

I’m beginning to walk through the hallways for the last time