Bloomington High School South, The Gothic, 1977, Page 162

Description:	Ib} £Phyllis MichaelIce-cream sundaeJan BlackburnCrystals of green sugar—Winking,Blinking,Christmas lights peeking through a drizzle ofChocolate syrup—Browsing contentedly.Slabs of achingly cold,Artificially flavored,Vanilla ice cream withSpiraling puffs of whipped cream—Stretching heaven-ward,Topped with a red cherry—Like a glittering glass marble,Craning its neck to see the stars.The finish lineJoni HardingStanding with the others, yet feeling alone.Feeling the terror mount, while looking toward theLong stretch of endless black asphalt before me.Listening to the starter, and wondering when it will allbe over.Taking my position and concentrating hard.Hearing the words on your mark, get set, and thenHaving to wait those long, agonizing seconds beforehearing the most important word, go.Taking off and seeing others beside me,Running as though my life depended on the outcome.Reaching joyous shouts and clapping from theCrowd as the realization of being first hits me.The race is finally over.Umaqininq^ of a Hzzd bxainVykky GrossackThat evening as I was sitting upMy head bent over a coffee cupThe window creaked. I glanced aroundAnd what I saw would astoundAnyone, as it did me. Of palish hueIt had not corpse nor head. Who are you?I asked of it. I am the ghostOf tired students. I will be your hostTo a place where studys not exigentYet from all knowledge youll benefit.What place is this? I asked in fearAnd wondered if my death were near.No! it cried. I am not the servant godOf Hades. I could only nodAssent. If my demise were not at handThere was but one answer. I was mad!Youll see, it begged, if you come with me.How can I come? Let your mind be free.The world had changed. I found myselfIn a land of golden sun. As I kneltUpon the grass, I understood the world.All its mysteries had been unfurled.The atoms secret and a stars creation—I knew the tale and tongue of every nation.All writings through my head did flow;I finally knew what it was to know.The morn had come. My aching neck.And shoulders, thought I. I must have slept.I lifted my head and saw my books still spreadIn front of me. My eyes were redAnd sore. What a night Id spent!Although dawn was here, I still was tiredSo I crept to bed, and then retired.162 Creativity
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