"10 Things I Hate About Graduating" by Alice Wang

I hate the way I’ll miss this place,

I hate how I can’t eat at wooden wagon and no-eyed deer anymore.

I hate how I have to leave the senior tables, the hut, and the ATSA room behind,

I hate that I can no longer hear the leafblowers roar, or eat at the galley where I’ve always dined.

I hate how I have to be a freshman again and have to start anew,

I hate that I have to plan my future, and I genuinely have no clue.

I hate that I won’t be around my people, or as Ee Rynn Ong (12) said, “I hate not being able to see my classmates again.”

I hate not being able to drive, while walking and taking the subway, making me think about back then.

I hate how I have to deal with the miserable cold; I’ll say I like it just for show,

But deep down, I’ll always miss home, where it never snows.

I hate how fast high school was over; it was the blink of an eye.

It’s crazy how yesterday’s hello turns into tomorrow's goodbye.

I hate everything about graduating; thinking about it makes me bawl.

But most of all, I don’t hate this place, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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