This is the school that I call home

7 years, endless hours, 

5

        4

                3

                       2

                               1

The moments used to feel so slow

Stuck in the cycle: school, homework, shower

Yet now, there’s sadness which pierces like a dart

Anxieties of next year, where will I be?

When I walk through campus, I won’t be known

The uncertainty of what’s in store for my friends, and me–

This is the school that I call home

I can’t comprehend we’ll all be apart

This is the school that I call home

And though at times, I wish to depart

This tiny school has won my heart.

by Elizabeth Barrett ’23, Co-Creative Writing Editor

23ebarrett@montroseschool.org