Freshman
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In my eighth grade head,
I dreamt of the next year,
All the new friends I would make,
And the old ones I’d hold dear.
I started school with thrill,
I recite my favorite poem while lying unconscious
Feeling the warmth flowing down my arm
Regaining conscious I see the bright light
I struggle to understand where I am
My mama told me that friends come in all shapes and sizes.
The people closest to you are variations of you;
People who have qualities that you want to see in yourself.
Entry for January 11, 2018
Dear diary,
The dust bowl mind swirls
Through the head of the freshman
As next term awaits.
Sincerely,
I’m stuck here alone and broke, just my luck,
What can I say? Growing up sucks,
I’m getting fat because all I do is snack,
Don’t grow up, it’s a trap,
Last year, everyone said that high school would be hard,
they said that the workload would increase,
and its difficulty would catch me off gaurd
I walked in to school on the first day, with a sense of nervousness,
Two-thousand and sixteen
Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’ eyes
For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty
For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning
January
I tend to ignore my professors
and my responsiblities
and my needs
I don't shower as often as I should
I have no desire to leave my room
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
I just got out of middle school
Finally free from there
But now have woken up and realized
High school is about here
So now I get to deal with
Adult like drama
Instead of Jake is dating Ella
Seventh grade, my friends left me
All I had to console me was family
A new Taylor Swift C.D.
The melody
School was tough with no seat
No one to meet
When it was time to eat,
Starting college has been
pretty fucking hard
if I'm going to be honest with you.
Going from straight A's
to struggling for C's
when I've never had to study before this
takes a lot out of me.
College?
What does it mean?
A lot of experiences?
A simple routine?
The first year living on campus is always quite something.
You make friends, relationships,
And even some enemies.
almost fell face-forward had they not held us back,
crying because it hurt and made our bodies ache,
Do you remember how we laughed
all the silly things I'd say
how I smiled across the room
We slice our lives down to 500 words,
--Words which can't begin to describe us,
Hoping for acceptance to write more words,
--Words which will never be fully appreciated.
We freely offer our 500 words,
Part 1
You are empty promises
Served on broken china and half-empty crystals
Of red red wine,
And your service slices through my delicated hands easily,
Creating wounds too wide to close.
How do you expect us to conform to buying your books?
How do you expect us to rest well?
How do you expect us to eat properly?
How do you expect us to arrive on time?
How do you expect us to become great people?
Misty ground and rainy skies, forever young inside my eyes.
Ghosts ever present, Undead hands on hill like terrain
Like sleep so long ago forgotten.
What can be said to green forever burning away?
Letting out my feelings and not being judged is vital,
To express myself, I am entitled.
Dancing helps me show my devotion,
Running distracts me from the commotion,
The car is packed and you can't wait
Off to college, brand new state.
The drive was long but worth the ride,
The world awaits when you arrive.
(A poem based on telling my past self four years ago)-Does contain suggestive language
Dear freshman me:
Hey!- you yes you there blond- hair tip moron
-sighs-
