High School

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98404
United States

High School.

It's all new

New to me and the 90 other people in the grade

They say nervousness is normal, you're just fresh meat. I guess that's just another thing they tweet.

Mmm, the fresh smell of new rubber shoes, and freshly sharpened pencils on that first week of school

And you can't forget those sleeping classmates always covered in drool!

39 weeks of madness and craze...but then, it could have all just been a daze

As I prepare to begin my first year in high school, make that transition into the cold pool

I plan on being a better me; A me that always has her mind open

To the new ideas of those unspoken. 

Now, I'm awaken, and it's still the warm season; Still time for me to let the summer keep on pleasin'.

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