Author’s Note: Hi everyone, first of all, I’d like to apologize to the people who I told about my initial idea of this blog. I was going to use flower imagery while comparing a certain flower’s meaning to each person in our class. I at first tried to get everyone to list two characteristics about themselves and then I realized that AP students are too self-deprecating to actually give nice compliments about themselves. (And then I gave up) Then, my poetry (if this is considered to be poetry) didn’t exactly stay on track with what I wanted to do, so I went with the flow instead of trying to force this idea on the poem below. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I wrote about our class and my journey through AP! (I realized that I ended up mostly giving much needed compliments to everyone near the end… so accept them! You guys are all too humble!) 🙂
My Days of AP
Grade 9: What am I getting myself into?
a student of fourteen years,
as nervous, as excited, as you were.
Walking into the room
of buzzing minds, unsung potential,
of poetry seminars
My amazement, my astonishment, my fears
(The workload aah!)
In the summer,
the feverish hysteria of unfinished data sheets,
the discovery, the excitement, the hope
for a place to finally belong.
Grade 10 hits hard,
the abilities of my family group,
the plunge of arrogance,
the exposure, the experience.
The ambitions of Macbeth,
the chaos of the Monster,
the courage of Atticus.
I grew to love the smell of
ink and paper
Grade 11, the rawness of the soul,
the heart, the mind.
Self discovery and the facades of Dorian Gray.
Ophelia’s insanity swirls
through the pages,
as Gatsby tries to grasp the green light.
My Heart falters a bit.
Can I do this again next year?
Grade 12: Wow, I think I actually have friends now.
The beauty of Mariam and Laila,
bonds the splendid cracks
of our souls.
Orleanna Price, a mother’s drawn out love,
and Adah Price, the leftover twin,
both tug at my heartstrings.
Robert’s innocence and Hagar’s pride
reveals humanity’s harshness.
Through Almagor’s voice,
I can hear the children
of Israel and Palestine cry in pain.
Blanche, the ultimate character who (hopefully)
saved me in my diploma,
and the development of this cursed
with a certain Painted Door.
A reflection needs to be done;
this AP room that Hunni has created,
much love, appreciation,
Past the literature,
I finally see
that there are people just like me.
In a day of AP,
the care in my
the humanity of Hefseeba,
the open-mindedness of Natalie,
Jieo’s French that leaves everyone breathless.
(And makes Hunnisett drool)
the capabilities of
Liz, Claire, and Elissa,
three roses abloom,
pink with their talent
in writing and acting.
the serendipity of Tim’s transformation,
the spontaneous brilliance of Liam’s ideas,
the mastered level of Muhammad’s procrastination.
the positive energy of Ibukun,
spreading and brightening the room,
along with Judy’s warmth and affability,
Mia’s charm brings laughter to the crowd.
Preet’s dedication – hardworking and meticulous,
the smoothness of Nimrat’s words,
and the cleverness of Abhay’s interpretations.
Shyla’s wisdom and elegance,
Hijab’s aptitude to bring others
to tears of naked emotions,
and there comes a point in AP,
when it dawns on you,
that Tarannum actually cares about people.
the nearing ends of
my days of AP,
I am forever in your debt;
I will miss the fear and eagerness
of Socratic Discussions,
the enthusiasm of the class,
this wondrous sense
I will never forget
Filled with my unmasked emotions,
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