As our Young Newly Adult's approaches graduation and Adult Hood and Go from Adolescent and puberty at the same time, at their own, calm, deliberate, serious rate, They begins to kick up their heels, jazz out their hands, thrust out their hipbones, chant I’m great! I’m great! They feels 12th grade coming open around their, a chrysalis cracking and letting them out, it falls behind them and joins the other husks on the ground, 9th grade, 7th grade, the magenta rind of 6th grade, the hard jacket of 4th when they had so much pain, 3rd grade, 2nd, the dim cocoon of 1st grade back there somewhere on the path, and kindergarten like a strip of thumb-suck blanket taken from the actual blanket they wrapped them in at birth. The whole school is coming off their shoulders like a cloak unclasped, and they dance forth in their jerky sexy child’s joke dance of self, self, their throat tight and a hard new song coming out of it, while their two dark eyes shine above their body like a good mother and a good father who look down and love everything their baby does, the way they lives their love.