High school is but a phase,
And all the boys and girls are just students.
I forget not, the events not so long ago,
For these moments have been slowly,
Carefully altering me. I once was very timid.
Keeping to myself in one corner.
Listening to noise loud enough to call attention,
But not too loud to cause a fuss.
The first stage, as I recall it, is the 7th grade.
Chatting and laughing in and out of the room.
I can't clearly remember how I got to the speak out,
Yet, I don't feel the need to remember.
There are complaints heard over and over
About the hardships we've faced.
Yet now I realized, it was all worth it.
The second stage, I clearly recall,
Since it happened just a year ago.
So much fun, there was to be. But,
Of course there are also hardships.
I even thought it unbearable,
Even tried to give up once.
But I knew giving up is never an option.
Studied hard all day and slept at night.
Laughing with friends, doing silly stuff,
While budgeting all the free time.
Then, the third stage slowly approaches
With the fear and anxiety building up.
Not imagining what would happen,
As I step into the room.
New, but, familiar faces I see around me
A few mumbles and chit chats to be heard.
But, indeed, the time will come,
For I have yet to finish the third stage.
Now this ends here, for I have to go.
And so I bid farewell... for now.