**Language and Literacy: A Classroom of Colors**  Translation 1

 

It’s my senior year in High School within my Art class

Within Studio Art, my dreams can take flight,

With windows wide and walls so large,

As Ms. Fuentes sat down, so warm, so near,

Crafting with care, she quelled her fears.

For Creativity blooms in hues of delight.

 

The Pages of Origami’s  history, within the folded grace,

Creases folded with love, in a sacred space.

From paper to creations, I learned each turn,

In every crease, my passion did burn,

For Memories linger as that time won’t erase.

 

A test of tongues, I was one point away,

Within the gym’s embrace, where bright hopes are at play.

Dr. Roblez spoke, wisdom in his eyes,

My disappointment swirled, but my strength would continue to rise,

For Patience, the lesson comes what may.

 

In a world where stories can intertwine,

Where Languages dance, like stars that align.

I was Born of two countries, each note in my song,

Finding my voice, where I belong,

Crafting my future, like paper divine.

 

For Words bloom in silence,

The Whispers dance on paper’s edge,

As my Thoughts took flight like birds.

And they will continue to thrive and I grow.