Another Journal From the Normal Guy

Well, it's fall
You know after summer
and before winter.

It's fall
Not hot
yet not cold.

The school year starts with a bang.
Senior year and I fell so powerful
Controlling the minds of the weak
...
Not really the weak, but the freshmen.

There is just a feeling of superiority
and those around me
I know they have a feeling inferiority.
That puts a heinous smile on my face.

I am there when the freshman play
childish games with pushing and shoving included.
All I do is shake my head
And utter "Freshman"

In due time
when the year is over
when I graduate from high school
when I had a good summer
when I move in to my new home

I will be the freshman
I will experience what the cruel fall has brought.