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Glimpses : Preface
I've been writing poetry for a number of years. It's been of a wide variety of styles and moods. Some have rhymed, most didn't, some have a clear rhythm, and others are free verse, some so abstract in rhythm that natural speech flows better. Some are happy, most aren't. The first set of poetry that I gathered together I called "Glimpses." Thinking that perhaps it would show a glimpse into who I am. That was many years ago, and I haven't put together a collection of poems since then, although I've written plenty. I decided to also call this "Glimpses" as it will show more into whom I am.
The past two years of my life have been at Rift Valley Academy in Kijabe, Kenya. Up through the tenth grade I was home-schooled, but as per my choice, for eleventh grade I went to RVA. Now, as a senior I've spent two years at RVA, and it is full well time to leave. Part of this assignment was to pick five memories and write about them, it was not the easiest thing to do, as I had to look back and try to remember something worth writing down. As I thought back in time, I realized that the bad times here greatly overwhelmed the good times. RVA itself has been okay, the teachers and staff decent, but the memories made here have been for the most part painful. Looking back I think I just might trade my entire time here at RVA just to avoid all the hurt and pain I've been through here. Coming to RVA has changed me a lot, and I'm not sure I like all the changes. Its hardened me in ways I don't know if it's really best to hardened to. The pain at times has been crushing, to the point of wanting to quite and just go home, to leave it all behind. But for some indescribable reason I've stuck it out, I've pushed on finishing my time here up, only to just get hurt again. Most people say there senior year in highschool was great, for me it has been one of the most painful and trying times in my life.
As I said, I named this "Glimpses" because I thought it might show you who I am, but I feel that the real picture is not even close to being shown in this work. The things you will read will be of happy times, of the good things, nothing said about what really happened, I didn't think that writing that would really serve any purpose, perhaps I was wrong. So read with a grain of salt because it is only half-truth. Will I look back and remember the good times? Will the bad fade away into the void of forgotten past? I don't know, ask me in a few years, and maybe I will be able to tell you. Maybe I will have a more objective view on my time at RVA, but then again maybe not, for some scars never really heal. So to see a small part of who I am please read on.
Nathaniel Troutman
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