Freshman Year

Freshman Year I remember freshman year so well, And just about every bell. Good times were all around, as new friends were found. Every thing was so new, and we didn’t have a clue We were all so little, And didn’t know diddle. Classes we tough, And the schedules became rough. Although right from the start, I began to grow smart We didn’t know any seniors, And we didn’t have any …

…brew. I tried my first drink, But then I just couldn’t think. We met the kids from Shirley, But not too early. We had lots of tests, But they weren’t the best. Football was new, Changing from black to blue. Frosh year was great, Nor did I hate, The memories will never fade, From the wonderful ninth grade. Being a freshman was fun, I’m looking forward for what’s next to come.