Incoherence is the culmination, for you miss something that has already happened.

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.