the high school.

it's the destination every morning nine out of twelve months for three important years.

it's where we celebrate victorious wins.

it's where we have occasionally dance parties in the parking lot.

it's where we dominate in calculus tests.

it's where we meet early in the morning to race.

it's where we remember we forgot our homework.

it's where we get dressed up and attend a dance with a date.

it's where we fall asleep during class.

it's where we walk through the halls and smile at strangers.

it's where we shove our way to the front of the lunch line.

it's where we perform our choral music after rehearsing hours on end.

it's where we hold practice and go run and run and run.

it's where we return after a lunch on the town.

it's where we briskly walk to make it to class on time.

it's where we brush past that guy and swoon.

it's where we gaze upon our beautiful turf and stadium.

it's where we feel lost amongst the crowd.

it's where we can stand out and have a shinning moment.

it's our roots.
it's the core.
it's where we belong.

and this year is it's 100th year birthday

All Hail to Old PG High.