What A Long Strange Trip It's Been

Wow...final post, hard to believe. This first term has gone by so fast. Senior year fall term, work, lots of work, drama, lots of drama, college shit, well lots of that too. One thing stayed steady throughout the term and I'm sad to see it go, my seventh bell poetry class with the amazing Mrs. Lewis. I have been attending Wyoming Seminary since I was a pre-K student at the Lower School. 14 years have gone by, amazing. This poetry class however, ranks among the best classes I have attended at Sem. Mrs. Lewis is a master teacher to say the least, in the likes of Swanson, Switzer, and Moriarity.

Because of Mrs. Lewis I have been able to find out more about myself in the form of poetry and literature. Mrs. Lewis' expansive knowledge in the subject and her willingness to connect with all the students in the class was evident, she made it a great environment to work, study, and learn in. From the first day of class when we defined poetry, to the last day, where that definition, the no rules aspect, manifested itself in our final poems together it has shown a journey we, as a class, endured on. It wasn't a hard, difficult, laborious journey, but it was one full of laughter, friends, and knowledge, that we all took a part, really it was, as the Grateful Dead made famous in their song 'Truckin'", "a long strange trip."



However, life is a strange trip that we all embark on, hopefully after Sem, mine will continue at Skidmore College which I applied early decision to on November 15, 2010. In a month I will find out if I got in, or if I was rejected. However, I am not too concerned about it, for the hard work is over with, fall term, senior year is completed. Now it's time to sit back, send out the remaining applications, and figure out how to complete this long strange trip that it's been.

Mrs. Lewis, from the bottom of my heart, I would like to thank you for providing the greatest class I have ever been a part of at Wyoming Seminary. The environment that you provided was unlike any other at Sem, the openness, and the trust was what made this class something special. To all of my fellow classmates, many who I have never had a connection with before, thank you. Thank you for letting me see who you really are, thank you for making past judgments false, I am glad to call each and one of you one of my friends.

Seventh Bell Contemporary American Poetry--you will be missed, but never forgotten.