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.