Class of 2024 — Culminated in Memories of Loves and Tears
The culmination of a chapter
is sad and necessary.
It is contemporary to my reality.
But it is strange for me to think
how quickly time passes,
immeasurable follies grounded in a reality
now past, full of nostalgia when I recall
the self I once was, the one who endured
so many who gave orders.
But who grew fond of it all the same,
missing every January the return to school.
The thrill of graduating forgets the sadness
of a new beginning as I say goodbye
to them all — classmates, people with flaws,
but who wanted to do better. I hope a lesson
remains for everyone: kindness and honesty
solve everything; for truth, one must fight.
I will miss them, even though I hated them at times,
but from each one I learned something,
and that has stayed in my memory.
Forgetting is necessary to close, in any case,
this chapter of learning in my life.
In recognizing that I am human, I have failed
and I have accepted it, but I have also understood
many things from my mistakes: life lessons
that will remain in my memory, memories
that will always live in the wanting to be better.
Them, boys and girls, class of 2024.
From sixth grade to eighth, several began
but also withdrew along the way; from ninth
to eleventh, few arrived, but many returned
and new ones came — people from whom
I learned a great deal, and from whom I distanced
myself from many vain actions, but we all shared
something: persistence is necessary
for daily triumph.
Tears of pain remind me of my school-days self,
suffering since sixth grade, and persistence
through a new beginning. Wanting to turn
my mistakes into strengths, wanting to improve,
made me loved by all and admired by others.
Persisting showed a new side of me:
I am shy and quiet, but I am loved
for who I am. Wanting to be prudent
saved me from much, but being quiet
cost me other chances. The worth
of changing everything, yet at the same time
nothing, for it has all already passed,
and in my mind remains the memory
of a good classroom.
Life is beautiful and must be valued.
Let us set aside what is bad in our lives
and begin our day with joy. It is quite
reasonable to be good to one\'s neighbor,
but it is more telling to be reckless with time,
for everything passes and we fail to seize it,
and so many things we wished to do
remain only in the mind. In the end,
to learn from living today and from the past,
to learn for a good future, to build
full of great successes and truth,
where God must always come first,
the owner of my soul and heart,
the one who is always with me
in good times and bad.
Stage after stage, it is time to come to reason,
for it is time for a new beginning
full of success and talent; and from the past
I learned: to stay silent is to err,
unable to express the talent I carry within.
I admire everything about the past,
the courage found in being quiet;
but I want to improve, so as not to lose
more chances in life, the most precious
gift of God.
Feeling
Understanding this story is sad, but real;
questionable, but honest. The matter is reflected
in the school years: when you first enter school
you live your first adventures and find yourself
in a positive setting, full of joy and much friendship.
But when secondary school began, it turned
to complete darkness: rude friends, vandalism,
and disrespect in its fullest expression;
vulgarity and hatred showed themselves.
A pandemic arrived: some left, some stayed,
very few. I truly became shy, out of fear
of being judged again and suffering bullying.
From there was born the poem \"The culmination
of a chapter is sad and necessary. It is my reality.
Class of 2024.\" I express myself in pain
because I miss my classmates; living alongside them
becomes a habit, and even though we no longer do,
every person who belonged to that classroom
is carried in the heart.