After completing The Bridge Program, Bridge alumni begin a new year of classes at adult day schools, community colleges, and universities. Here’s a poem written by one of our alumni about The Bridge Program as, well, a bridge:
Crossing the Bridge
I began crossing the bridge with pilosophy, sharing
questions and answers.
Literature, how can I forget this class, if now when I read a poem
it’s like walking among the words.
Art History, Interesting class, I learned that anything can be art.
And how could I forget about shitty drafts in the writing class.
The time was short, but, it helped me cross the bridge.
Now it was time to celebrate!
Wow! Culmination Day!
It was at UCLA
I couldn’t believe how far I had come.
I was ready to receive my award.
I had great companions, my three lovely children and a special friend.
I was in line with my classmates, ready to walk to the stage.
When music starts to play, we start walking
While we walk, people stand up to clap and cheer,
They are so happy, so am I.
I can barely walk. I feel nervous.
We take our seats in the front.
The program was stupendous!
People gave speeches, one of them was heartbreaking, it made me cry.
After that, my classmates stood up and started to walk to the stage.
Ready to receive in this glamorous day an award for all their efforts.
It is my turn to receive my award.
My classmates are Cheering, clapping and shouting, “Yes!’ “Bravo!”
The program is over, I will never forget this day!
My two dear teachers, Rosalie and Elaine couldn’t miss this day.
They came to celebrate our accomplishments.
I received a beautiful bouquet from them.
I did it!
I crossed the bridge.
SI SE PUEDE!