Going From Under To Upper Classman

Halfway home

I can see the golden dome

From the air

I am not scared

Going higher

Never a liar

I do ascend

Above holy South Bend

Understanding and comprehend

A life well served

Got what I deserved

Champion, they made me

While earning a four-year degree

Hanging on the wall for all to see

Faithfully we would win

Acting properly, as a loyal next of kin

For the soul named Gipper

Until the night, we invited the stripper

Uh oh

You ask? What I know

About the visiting dancing show?

Suddenly, the bottom dropped

Good vibration, halted and stopped

I started to yell

Am I going to sell?

Not going to lose

Bitter and bruised

Where is my parachute?

Isn’t it attached to my eternal resting suit?

Earth bound

I hit the ground

Seeing angelic sisters all around

Folded arms, showing a serious frown

“You were halfway done

You thought you won

Game playing and having fun

Credits you need more

Completing the successful graduation score

Here you safely landed

No major do we see branded

Only future dreams

Playing on the almighty’s team

Fully prepared

Ready to share

Knowledge learned

During the final eight-semester term

Give athletics a bow

Junior you are now

Going class to dorm

Is the schedule norm

Library trips in between

Studying, blowing off steam”

They were right, I must admit

Books need to be hit

Finish what I started

Before I departed

Rolling seven

Headed towards heaven

Following mastering, forgiveness and sacrifice

And paying the 300-level class price

Wear I will, the cap and gown

My brains will be the feast of the town

Chapel is where I do find peace

Being reminded all the Gipper did was end up deceased