Hey, I just wanted to share a little poem I made about the first day of high school. Not my greatest work of art, but I thought some of you could relate. It's just a little break in the norm; a review of Seraphina by Rachel Hartman is coming up soon!
Cliches all in my head
Jocks, geeks, goths
But all I want to do is procrastinate and go back to bed;
The pillow is a light to me as moths
My alarm strikes me like a bullet
And my mom drags me out of bed
My backpack is so heavy, I have to pull it
I dig through my bag for a pencil, but I’m out of led
Walking through the halls,
I hear the cries of algebraic answers
“x=29”, someone calls
But all i can think of is my fear of pantsers
I prepared for High School by watching chick flicks
I spent all day in my room, staring at a screen
Just a few examples are clueless and heathers from netflix
And I wonder why I’m not lean
My first class is math
Oh yay, I think, something I’m good at!
I can’t find the room, if only there was a yellow brick path!
Finally walking into math, I trip over a loose mat
This is my nightmare
The first day of school, embarrassing myself
I stand up, but all I can look at are my feet, such a lonely pair
Once I start walking i run into a shelf
“Everyone to their seats”, the teacher sighs
I carefully navigate to the desk in the back
If anyone asks me about this day i’ll have to make up some really great lies
The teacher pins up the syllabus using a tack
Oh, how stressed I already am
I sweat as we discuss the topics we’ll cover
I think back to the summer, to the beach where I swam
This is my happy place, and in class I simply hover
The whole day I was desperate for friends
We said we’de meet after school
When I see them, my loneliness ends
And we celebrate the first day of school.
Cliches all in my head
Jocks, geeks, goths
But all I want to do is procrastinate and go back to bed;
The pillow is a light to me as moths
My alarm strikes me like a bullet
And my mom drags me out of bed
My backpack is so heavy, I have to pull it
I dig through my bag for a pencil, but I’m out of led
Walking through the halls,
I hear the cries of algebraic answers
“x=29”, someone calls
But all i can think of is my fear of pantsers
I prepared for High School by watching chick flicks
I spent all day in my room, staring at a screen
Just a few examples are clueless and heathers from netflix
And I wonder why I’m not lean
My first class is math
Oh yay, I think, something I’m good at!
I can’t find the room, if only there was a yellow brick path!
Finally walking into math, I trip over a loose mat
This is my nightmare
The first day of school, embarrassing myself
I stand up, but all I can look at are my feet, such a lonely pair
Once I start walking i run into a shelf
“Everyone to their seats”, the teacher sighs
I carefully navigate to the desk in the back
If anyone asks me about this day i’ll have to make up some really great lies
The teacher pins up the syllabus using a tack
Oh, how stressed I already am
I sweat as we discuss the topics we’ll cover
I think back to the summer, to the beach where I swam
This is my happy place, and in class I simply hover
The whole day I was desperate for friends
We said we’de meet after school
When I see them, my loneliness ends
And we celebrate the first day of school.