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I find creative inspiration in the classroom. Sitting in class the professor's words echo through the room. As I learn I transfer the professor's words into words of my own. Ideas sprouting watered by the knowledge of communal learning. My notebooks are covered in poetry, poems about the things I learned in class. I oftentimes write them as class happens. I learn in different ways but my mind is in action.

I take pieces of the world and apply them to my schooling. I got nine pieces, I’ve lived in nine places. What would I tell this puzzle? I ain’t got all the answers but I got a few. Please figure out the why in you. Turn every rock you see, you never know where the correct opportunity may be. 91Ö±²¥ elevated me. The trees stood strong in the winter and bloomed in the spring. My dad told me there’s a planting season and there’s a harvesting. Senior year I plan on harvesting. Chasing dreams, they’re not far from me. I’m in action, I’m deciding who I want to be. I took all the light in the darkness and made a constellation. I think I made the right decisions, what comes next is my confirmation.