The Classes

He's a goof with a camera,

She reads and goes for the papers;

Her spirit is sweet with uniqueness,

His wit defines him;

He will go toward business,

She is in the spotlight and arts;

Her passion lies in Mexico,

His goes to Haiti;

He'll run ten different events,

She'll do a basic race track;

He tosses a gridiron and swings,

She bounces hard, orange plastic;

These few will give a gap,

Others go straight for the big leagues;

All are called, all are going,

And none are robotic;

My school, filled to the brim,

Unique callings, all lie ahead.