I’m getting to be a “short-timer” –

At least that’s what my grandmother says.

That means, were I to use both my hands and my toes,

I could count the school days I have left.

That number’s 19 as of Monday –

Nineteen days of high school remain!

Nineteen mornings of dragging myself out of bed

With the fog of sleep still in my brain.

Eighteen hurried cold-cereal breakfasts

And one student parking-lot brunch

Eighteen ‘leventh-hour dashes to reach school on time –

‘Cuz on the last day, what’s the rush?

Three Mondays, four Tuesdays, four Wednesdays,

Four Thursdays, four Fri...