High School Four Years

You start off in freshman year
You are finally here
You ponder all the stones you near
And can only respond “oh dear…”

You are young and naïve
Just like a baby, only you no longer teeth
You hear how stupid you are
And how much you suck
And hearing from the seniors how the end is so far
And if you never get involved with drama, that’s luck
Just remember to breathe
High school is the oh so tempting apple from satin, so don’t be eve

Sophomore year
You are more aware
Of how things work and go
On your face it can defiantly show
Yet on a status level
A sophomore is like a little pebble
You are no longer a little bitty something
You are one itty-bitty speck of nothing

Following comes junior year
We’re finally near
And we’re upper classmen
And we’re ready to take action
The workload takes longer
The material only gets harder
The teachers don’t get any nicer
And their sympathy isn’t any lighter
This is the year we take the “test”
So we can get into a great college
So our teachers and we fill our brain with knowledge
So we can do our absolute best

Finally its our senior year
We walk in with a big cheer
We’re finally on top
And there’s nothing you can do to make us stop
We know we own the school
We don’t care about any school rule
This is our year to shine
Try and stop us, we’ll give you a piece of our mind
The things teachers say
Doesn’t matter to us either way