As a going away present, the staff presented me with the following poem, framed:

Brandon

vivacious, weirdo, funny, fearless, crazy

lover of music, dance, song and chismoso

who feels more than anyone realizes

who needs gobs of attention

who fears mono [sic]

who gives a shit and unsolicited good advice

who would like to conquer the world using witty reparte [sic]

resident of a special place in the heart of The New America School

Payne

Meh. It feels obligatory and left-handed. I can almost tell where each word of this poem by committee originates. At least they meant well.