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A poem by student Pruette Karl:


Want it more than it hurts.
Muscles stretch, lungs strain, dust flies at my feet. The trail is long, the sun hot, the trees blow with the wind beside me.


Want it more than it hurts.
I walk the last stretch of stairs to the fourth for my first day in the Upper School.


Want it more than it hurts.
I sit down awkwardly next to students I don't know in the Dining Room.


Want it more than it hurts.
I'm crying in the bathroom at my ballet studio. I struggle with the question of if ballet is really more important to me than Delphi.


Want it more than it hurts.
It's the first day back to school. Freshman year soccer tryouts. I will make friends.


Want it more than it hurts.
I hold a professional camera for the first time. Even if there is struggle, there's no doubt this is what I want to pursue with my life.


Want it more than it hurts.
It's summer internship. I push myself to make friends. To stand out. To do the best I can in the areas I take part in.


Want it more than it hurts.
I don't speak up when I know I should; I lose sight of Student Council.


Want it more than it hurts.
Junior year. I stand outside and cry after a breakup. I promise myself that it will get better.


Want it more than it hurts.
I push myself hard and get back on Student Council, I make new friends, I try new things. I am more myself than ever.


Want it more than it hurts.
I fight for internships, I'm away from home for the whole summer. This will all be worth it in the end.


Want it more than it hurts.
Senior Year. I'll soon be leaving this place. I need to push the last stretch, break the final barriers and make this the greatest year.


Want it more than it hurts.
I push myself up to the top of the dusty hill and stop, leaning over my legs and taking in long breaths of air. My heart pounds in my throat. Around me I can feel the wind, hear the trees and birds and feel the sun against my skin. I have made it!


-Pruette Karl