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Sep 05
poem 1 comment challenge: Nerves
Emmy32

First Day

It's the first day.
First day of High School.
Time to fit in, time to be cool.
So many people crowding the hallway, talking to their friends.
New people, new classes, new world, everything else ends.
Right here, right now.
I want to get to class but how?
I feel so small, a seedling below a tree.
Don't fail.  Nothing less than a C.
I look around for a familiar face, but everything is a blur.
A teacher waves to me.  Good morning sir!
Saying hi to a teacher?  Is that right?
I see circle of friends that's tight.
Oh that's right.
It's the first day.
I'm ignored and shut out with nothing else to say.
Time to move on, time to run.
The bell has rung, the first day has begun.
 
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Posted: 09.05.18
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  1. Reid
    Sep 06, 2018

    You've captured it! The nerves, the blur of it all. You do a wonderful job of moving us along the hallway with you. Oh, a friendly teacher... thank you for the wave! Then, oops, is that what you're supposed to do? Say hi to a teacher? (This scenario made me laugh because it's so honest and, well, just so funny.) Then we come upon the tight group of friends -- of course! Everyone else seems to fit in and be cool. Actually, you're the cool one for observing and recording the first day of high school. Well done, Emmy32!


     
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