The feeling of getting
That very last AP exam over with

A feeling of pure
Satisfaction, bewilderment, and joy

The feeling of looking forward
To one last party, prom!

A feeling of everlasting
Appreciation, thought, and contemplation

I will miss the broken escalators
Challenging my daily ascent to class

I'll miss the wonderful faculty
Whose names I'll never forget.

If I had to sum up the last of high school,
In just six words:
"Prom, graduation, senior projects, picnics, relaxation"

Stuyvesant, I'm proud of
Surviving 4 years here
Improving character, morality, intelligence
To open my mind
Entering the previously unknown
World of science, math,
Writing, history, music, art
The liberal arts package!

A great place, my second home
Amongst friends, teachers, my new family
Within cliques where I could be myself
And feel loved, safe, happy, comfortable.

I enter college longing for
A clique, a group, or
Activities that capture my heart
I love you, Stuyvesant, truly.

I can't thank you enough
For the vast opportunities you gave me

With clubs, research, classes, and
The wonderful network of peers

I remember first walking into Stuy
You could call me a lucky guy

Don't focus on the toxicity of senior year
Rather, embrace it and your peers

Life is ever too fleeting
So make every moment last

The last 4 years were a blur
If only I did this, and that

But it is too late now.
All I can really do is

Celebrate the end of high school
I wish I could stay,

But there's a new chapter of my life waiting for me.