Andrew Tse
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  • Introduction
    • Senior Year
  • Reflection
    • 12th Grade
  • Poems
    • 12th Grade >
      • Mamba Out/Hard Work
      • Dawgz/Opening Day
      • Splash/To Grandma
      • Christmas Day/Country
      • MAGA/St. Patrick's Day
    • 11th Grade >
      • North London Is White/A Mega Dissapointment
      • Dreams/I Hate Track
      • Marco Island/New Years Day
      • Not Just a Date/Preparing for Failure
      • Superbowl Sunday/The Chip
      • The Worst Season of All/Don't Write a Trip to Puerto Rico
  • Prose
    • Pompeii
    • Long Day's Journey Into Night
    • Jason
    • Literary Letter
    • The Upset
    • Lost In Miami
    • RIP CITY
    • March Madness
    • Undefeated
  • Artistic Pieces
  • Contact
  • Splash/Hard Work
  • Nightmares

NotJust A Date


First day of preschool
Making new friends
Little to be known 
It was the beginning of the end


School ended early
My mother was crying
We were safe and sound at home
But in New York City, thousands were dying


Some of us had no clue 
Of what was going on
But one of my good friends
His father was gone


He was a firefighter 
Who risked his life that day
And when I realized he passed
Would not look at life the same way


We prayed and we mourned
We pondered and wept
We crept closer to the truth
That was becoming very hard to accept


We needed to be strong 
To get over this wave
In the city that never sleeps
There was not a soul that was not brave


Day by day
Night by night
Communities worked together
To win this emotional fight


Trying our best
To help one another
Wanting the best for each other
Just like a big brother


Little did I know
 That horrific day
When there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
Until everything turned gray


It’s still very hard 
For me to understand
Why people would want to hurt others
In this promised land


When you look at the world 
And see all the hate
Just remember the tragedies of 9/11
And remember it’s not just a date



Remember all the families
Whose loved ones were taken away
And be grateful for what you have
At the end of the day




Preparing for Failure


Cramming for the final stretch
Just need to finish this last test
Starting from September all the way to May
I’ve been waiting all year till this day


Staying in my room for hours wanting to shout
From aristocrats to kings, too many Louis’ to count
Spain to Switzerland, London to France,
I was starting to think that I had a chance


Everything on my mind had to do with soc,
Everyone was pressuring me from my parents to my basketball coach
‘’School comes first, I can’t stress that enough’’
‘’Are you coming to practice or are you just not that tough!’’


The day has come, the test is here
My first AP ever, I came in with fear
In the past few weeks I lost so much sleep
My brain was so drained I had to weep


I left on that sunny afternoon
Not thinking the scores would come in so soon
A two out of five I was soon depressed
A sob almost rise out from my chest


The carnage to follow was oh so awful
I don’t think the punishments I had were lawful
Goodbye phone, goodbye computer
Goodbye social life, please come sooner


























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