On a wet and windy noon,

I feel the rain and the pain as I run.

Aware that the day will end soon,

I return home after great fun.

 

When nights fall,

I sit in my room and fear

that a time of bad luck is near.

Still, I study, or I won't succeed at all.

 

Flowing into the start of school,

I begin with perseverence.

Not only keeping my cool,

but also pondering what I sense.

 

Playing the tuba in the school band,

I passionately play and have a blast.

Not only finishing with a sore hand,

but also making this passion last.

 

Every Monday night,

my tuba playing goes downtown.

Playing in a university band with all might,

and returning home all tired down.

 

After long weekdays,

I study with stress near.

With tests coming at me in many ways,

I sleep in fear.

 

When weekends come,

I not only study and run,

but I also get into holiday spirit while I'm numb.

Moments with others have also been fun.

 

Before I know it,

I will be going to college.

The things I've done has been a hit,

but I must avoid going over the edge.

 

As a senior this year,

Of fun and fear

Is what I call this year.