Hope...That I can finish this year

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

I chose this poem because it is a great way of explaining hope.  Hope is weightless and always happy.  It is hard to lose and it is what you have when you have absolutely nothing.  Hope expects nothing in return, it is just there to help you along.  At this point in the year, I think a lot of seniors are riding on hope.  They are hoping they pass their tests they are no longer studying for.  They are hoping that the homework they didn't do won't be collected.  They are hoping their teachers are feeling as lazy as they are and won't assign work.  They are hoping this last quarter will be an easy one.  They are hoping this last quarter goes by quickly so we can finally receive our high school diplomas and start the next chapter in our lives.  They are hoping for a summer filled with fun and friends before we all depart for college.  They are hoping they transition well at college and make new friends.  They are hoping for their future.  Hope is great and should be held on to.