The Last Song (Sans Miley)

One hour ago, I began to write a long, incredibly sentimental passage detailing how GHP has impacted my life.

Midway through, I stopped, sighed, and thought, “I’ve come to this point before. This sounds like the same information I attempted to fit into several different 500-word essays earlier this school year. It didn’t have the effect I wanted it to have then, and it’s surely not going to magically have that effect now.”

So, in true Commie style, I’ve parodied “Time After Time,” Cyndi Lauper’s classic that played at the closing of every dance and, consequently, became our year’s “song.” This is just a taste of the thousands of memories I have of those six weeks. Enjoy.

Lying in my bed, I hear a noise –

Another fire drill?

Commie classes pose questions

That I ponder still.

West Lawn, warm nights –

Train’s song sounds divine.

Facebook pics of memories,

Time after-

Sometimes, I hear them cry,

“Watch out, pomeranian!”

Spain or Netherlands? I’m neither,

But an avid fan.

Hey, third floor, go slow –

An RA’s behind.

White t-shirts have been signed.

You’ll be missing your time on the Magic Square,

Time after time.

If you call, they will answer; friends will be waiting

Time after time.

After a year has passed and nametags have

Been stowed away

We talk, reminisce about back

In the good ol’ days.

Six weeks out of a whole lifetime;

The bond stays strong with time.

You’ll be missing your time on the Magic Square,

Time after time.

If you call, they will answer; friends will be waiting

Time after time.

Stack that fro-yo –

It sure looks fine.

Copy and paste that line.

You’ll be missing your time on the Magic Square,

Time after time.

If you call, they will answer; friends will be waiting

Time after time.

Time after time.

Time after time.

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