JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL IS A TIME FOR YEARNING
Junior high school is a time of yearning
For what's ahead and what is left behind:
Neither child nor adult, but burning
Unrestrained with love and fear combined.
Now that we must leave, we have the pleasure
Of moving one step nearer who we are,
Knowing that we lose the equal treasure,
Bit by bit, of leaving dreams ajar.
How lucky we have been this awkward moment,
Shifting from the shade into the sun,
To have this school as our communal parent,
Guiding us as well as you have done!
More than skills improved or knowledge gained
Are intellects inspired and gifts unchained.
THEACHER ARE THE SCULPTORS OF YOUNG LIFES
Teachers are the sculptors of young lives.
How fortunate our child was shaped by you!
A year in your class taught him how to study,
No longer lost in thoughts that he finds new,
Knowing now the paths each thought derives.
Your love and strong solicitude embody
Other virtues our child has tried on, too.
Under your good guidance hope survives.
THE PRIDE I FEEL IS NOTHING LIKE A PRIDE
The pride I feel is nothing like the pride
Of one who's made it through the thousand gates
That stand between one's hopes and one's degree.
How much have you learned? And what inside
Equals your diploma, which equates
Grades and credits with a sanguine sea?
Remember: Your achievement is not only
A tribute to the things that you have done,
Determined as you have been to succeed.
Underneath the sign is still the story,
A tale of what through learning you've become,
The pride of those who may your record read
Even as you've ravished shores unknown.
WE ARE UPWARD BOUND
We are upward bound, the worlds bright future,
The generation that will not betray
Its noblest dreams, the things that we’ve been taught here,
The ways of peace and brotherhood and love.
So as we make this final farewell gesture
And take our leave on graduation day,
Let us thank the teachers that we’ve found here,
Who must each day be what they hope to prove.
What a gift you’ve given us yourselves!
The best in you, that you might be a sign
To us of what the best in us can be:
Loving, smart, hardworking, fair, and kind.
Your temperaments the well-wrought text that tells
Us more than any lesson you assign.
We become the people that we see
And treasure long the good we leave behind.
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE WE WERE
We've been together since we were
Just barely more than babes,
Holding onto Mommy's hand,
Missing two front teeth.
Some of us now have to wear
A bra and some to shave,
Adults in what our hearts demand,
Still children underneath.
Together we learned how to read,
Together learned to play,
To add and multiply our friends,
To give and to receive.
Our teachers taught us how to lead,
To put our tears away,
To separate our means and ends,
To work and to achieve.
And now we step across a line;
Our childhood is gone.
Soon, just like a morning dream,
The memories will fade.
But if we turn out good and kind,
Rejoicing in the sun,
We'll know to thank these sheltered years
Where our first joys remain.
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