Treasure Island

Sabrina Brown

(March 23,1996 / Maryland, Baltimore)

What College Means to Me? ? ?


College means a lot to me
It tells me what I need to see
In life
To help me to get a good job and to persue my dreams
My dreams is to focus on what I do best. Yes. Better than the rest.
I do many things like read and write,
more like studying but that's alright
To tell me that being a teacher
Takes many years and maybe tears
But the cheers come when I accomplish these things and learn more myself,
But yet I realize that reading is more about jobs than anything
so tell me yes..

Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, November 14, 2012

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