The New School

April 17, 2011
By Nora2012 BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
Nora2012 BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
4 articles 13 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"One who throws mud has no ground."


First I see
The bookshelf
Look up
at the thousand stories.
Tables shine,
Sterilized
The smell
Fresh
A new beginning.

I face windows
A garden in the courtyard
Filled with September’s dying leaves
An old school dying away.

The school list has
A drawing notebook,
Curiously many books.
Excitement fills me
This new school molds
into my interests

But the other students
Sit down,
Talk with familiar faces,
My heart sinks
I could like the school
but would grow to hate
if no one else did and

I was alone.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because I was the new kid in 5th grade. There was so much the school had to offer but I felt excluded because everyone knew everyone and I was out of it. I like the alienating feeling the title and the ending gives because that was what it felt like in “the new school”. Not my school, THAT school. I made the poem more concise by cutting out unnecessary words ex. Like. Describing the excluded feeling needs work.

I made a change in the poem. At first it’s happy because I’m making a beginning. Then I have a change in the mood and I show the dark side. In the end I purposely break away the last line.

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