15. The Sweet Smell of Freshman Year

Based on my first day of HIGH SCHOOL! :)

September 5, 2008- Olga Taratuta

Freshman year has just begun
It's three quarters boredom and one quarter fun

What's my homeroom? I don't have a clue
And it's damn easy to get lost
When classroom 85 is beside class 152

Three hours of homework every night, it's a waste of time
And if it's incomplete, they'll treat it like a crime

Lunches at McDonald's every single day
Burgers would be great and all, if I didn't have to pay

Seniors give you nasty looks or simply treat you like air
You talk to them and look at them; they don't notice you're even there

Stampedes of smelly teens, flow in a mass from hall to hall
The only way you could be safe is if you clung on to a wall

But then...heaven forbid...you'd be late for class
Sitting in a lump outside the door, watching people pass

No time for being foolish, no time for flirting with guys
Absolutely not a moment to rest and close your eyes

First days of high school are straining my brain
Though when my strength does regain

I'll live my teenage years with pride
All nerves of school, put aside

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