Freshman<br><br><br>Palms sweating, stomach churning.<br><br>Teeth grinding, cheeks burning.<br><br>Walking up the steps, hearing chatter<br><br>Of two hundred Freshman, about some matter<br><br>I open my locker and set my books aside<br><br>I turn around and she and I collide<br><br>My best friend and I, standing there<br><br>While others stand there as they stare<br><br>We start cracking up and hug so tight<br><br>That we use every ounce of our might<br><br>As the days go on, and classes drag on,<br><br>All of that excitement has seemed to have gone<br><br>I hate being called a freshman<br><br>As I have so been called before, unfortunately,<br><br>By the few upperclassmen who pick on me<br><br>Loaded with homework every single night<br><br>It always gives me quite the fright<br>I love going to the fieldhouse on Fridays<br><br>Sporting my team color, ready to fight<br><br>Everyone racing around, trying to win<br><br>That’s why I love being a freshman.<br><br>Comments? <br><br>^-^
Michael Raymond
10.10.10 10:10 pm
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10.10.10 10:10 pm