Gym

The host of mass chaos. Everytime you're here it's sure to be exciting, rowdy, and maybe down right ugly. Losing your voice, cheering, and sitting with your friends is just a glimpse of the memories that take place here. Blood, sweat, tears, and unforgettable moments, good or bad have left a lasting impact on the players who practically live here. From hot summer days in the weight room to cold winter games, this place holds its fair share of memories for each and every person.

Lockers

Early mornings that drag on to days that fly by with amazing speed.
When I walk to this locker a lot of emotions flood through me.
As an underclassman not wanting to be here
To your senior year when you wonder where the days went.

The unforgettable locker buddies you look forward to seeing everyday
To the frustration of not being able to get the gosh darn thing open.
So many times I've stared at the books inside
And wondered which ones I had to take home that day, if not all of them.

They may seem innocent and harmless,
But little do you know I've had more than enough battle scars
And bruises from "wrestling" with it.
It's always a little sad each year when you move lockers
And the people that now surround you aren't the same.
Because that one locker, that one year, with those people can never be the same.

Where I Am From

I am from trailer parks and unsteady balconies,
From the park across the grass field and the mulberry tree.
I am from a village of drug dealers and late nights of testing myths.
I am from a school of small proportions,
From imaginations that run wild.
I am from numerous bikes and never ending flat tires.

I am from a green grand am and black ice air fresheners.
I am from a house of cigarette smoke and smelly clothes,
From "You're grounded" and "Check back in an hour."
I am from a lung cancer victim and a World War II veteran.
I am from barbies and super Nintendo,
From soccer to "hot lava."

I am from the lilac bush and the tiger lily snake haven.
I am from Timberlake and youth group,
From Joy Club and Awana.
I am from clutch trucks and Meatloaf CDs,
From "Gargoyle" and "Maylee."

I am from a dirt field with chalk lines,
From big bruises and leather gloves.
I am from a blue boat and Sherman lake,
From fishing and tubing.
I am from a teen mom and a high school drop out.
I am from eight hour school days and procrastination.