Ringu. Apple. Sweet. Fresh for the perfect day.
Right from the tree she picks those that are pure.
She’s young, maybe six yet tall for her age.
She picks only the flawless ones to take home
for her aging grandma whom she loves dearly.
Ringu. Grandma once told her, on a crisp,
May morning that apples were once a poisonous,
Vile and dreadful fruit. One not to be picked.
But the fruit was so beautiful and enchanting,
that it could not go without being plucked.
Over time the people bred this apple
with one no one dared to eat because of its bitter taste.
The two went together like lovers.
It created the shining, ideal apple,
that their people eat still to this very day.
Ringu. The young girl picks them from
the orchards near the Fuji mountains.
She walks the same route each time she comes.
Sometimes she brings her older brother along.
He always picks the ones atop the tree with ease,
and she feels jealous when he does so,
but her brother always reminds her that she too
will grow tall and reach the most delightful ones.
Ringu. When the young girl arrives home,
with a basket full of only the richest fruit,
Her grandma is always waiting patiently with a warm smile.
Grandma always takes the basket
and sets it atop the kitchen counter.
She will make something special, as she often does.
None of the apples will ever go to waste. They are too delectable.
She puts the apples into various dishes.
Jams, cobblers, crumbles, pies, donuts, and platters.
The young girl watches and helps when asked,
for when her grandma departs one day,
She must also know how to prepare the perfect Ringu.
Senior 2019: High-School was supposed to drag by at a excruciatingly slow pace. Though I’m beginning to think that mentality came from the numerous high-school movies we watch as kids, because it didn’t go by gradually. Instead, it whizzed by unexpectedly. Though the beginning of my senior year was rough, I enjoyed the majority of my high-school career and I’m sorry to see it pass.
I have never excluded myself from activities involving school as I did sports throughout my time here, yet I didn’t put myself out there either. This year, I was able to take classes that I didn’t think I would enjoy at all, but did! During my second semester I took Yearbook which I actually dreaded doing due to the busyness of it all. But come mid-quarter, I was looking forward to going because I felt appreciated by my peers in that class for just doing my work!
I’m not a very outgoing person, but I did want to make the best of what I participated in. I’m only going to high-school once, I’m only going to live once, I’m only going to experience this once, so I’m going to believe in each thing I do.