This past year has gone by really quickly.
I just hope I can make my summer last.
Next year I will go to a new High School.
I will make new friends and I’ll have a blast.
It is going to be very scary,
for me. But I guess I will have to try.
I wonder what the people will be like.
Will they make me laugh? Will they make me cry?
I am curious how the teachers will
Be. Are they very kind? Are they super mean?
I guess I am going to have to wait.
Until I become in the grade over
Eight. But I still get very scary thoughts.
Hopefully that school is the best for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awww i like this poem lol dont worry you are gonna have a blast high school years can be pretty amazing at times; D im still going through it :)) i really like this poem!