“My Battle with Honors English 3”
By: Sara Cranford
So many times my teacher says,
Go home and write, A page tonight.
And let the words come straight from you,
Always be honest and true.
Now how come when she says it,
it sounds so simple? I am only sixteen,
a softball player, and an honor student,
born in good old NC.
There are only three girls on my softball
with a GPA above 4.0,
And I am one.
Each day brings a new challenge,
As I try to balance sports and homework in my busy life.
I am slowly climbing the sixteen wooden stairs which lead to my room,
Where I will sit and write this page:
It’s not easy to always know just what to do,
When you’re sixteen, my age, but I guess I am
What I am.
What I feel and see and hear.
Trust me, I hear you Inside I hear you, telling me what to do,
Hear you, hear me — we two — you, me, talk on this page,
I like to run, play and be with friends.
I want to practice, work and excel in this sport which I love.
I like a bat for a Christmas present,
Or a ball and a glove.
Playing a sport makes it difficult for me to do,
The same things as other kids my age.
So will I write the best page I can?
Will I be who I am?
Or will I slack off because I don’t have the time?
Sometimes, perhaps, I don’t always listen to you,
But still you tell me the right thing to do.
So I suppose this time I will follow you,
And be who I am. I learn from you,
And I guess you learn from me too.
You may be smarter and wiser,
But I am me,
Simple and free.
This is my battle with Honors English 3.
