The two essays that every American child in grammar school is forced to write are farces. The first of these I am referring to is the narrow-minded “Why America is the greatest country in the world” prompt without even addressing the variance of the word “greatest” in the minds of fifth graders. The second prompt is more innocent, but, as I have learned about my constantly changing tastes, potentially more dangerous. We have all had to write one, or several, “what I want to be when I grow up” essays, and these have left me with noticeable marks on my psyche.

Our changing expectations through out our lives.

It is no doubt that we might have thought of or uttered the exact sentence, "When I Grow Up, I Want to Become A(n) *Insert Personal Ambition Here*" sometime in the past (i.e. during childhood, last year, last week, yesterday or even a while ago). Each of us had and still have ambitions/dreams/goals that made each one of us continue striving and living until now; This is a part of my story.

A poem about two people seeing each other after a very long time at a dance.

A poem about the homecoming dance.