Big halls and many classrooms,
Freshman are simply too scared to pass you.
Heavy books and pretty girls,
my backpack is filled with two worlds.
Four full years,
then you graduate and mom sheds the tears.
Essays and books on command,
teachers struggle when we're out of hand!
Bumping and pushing through the hallways,
lunch is iffy like always.
Disagreement and fights,
pretty common with teens not being nice.
My four years are almost done,
i can barely remember when it first begun.
Early dismissal,
No longer do i sit around for the gym whistle.
Eager and excited with scholarships all around,
next fall i will be college bound!
In a blink of an eye,
So long and goodbye!