“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.