And with that, middle school was over. 

I gazed upon the building that had housed me the past three years, 

All the accomplishments and failures, embarrassment and laughter. 

A house full of people I’d known all my life

I would have to say good-bye to that day. 

I went over my yearbook again and again, 

Signed by those who I knew wouldn’t keep in touch,

And by those who I knew would, 

And sprinkled with memories of the years I would miss. 

And with that, middle school was over. 

 

And with that, high school had started.

I gazed upon a new building that would house me the next four years, 

Filled with opportunity and potential, new teachers and classmates. 

A house full of people I’ve never met, 

I would have to introduce myself to that day. 

I went over my schedule again and again, 

Finding new people in my classes (potential friends),

And new teachers I’d be seeing a lot from now on. 

Sprinkled with the memories I knew I would make. 

And with that, high school had started. 

 

And with that, freshman year was over. 

I gazed upon the building that had housed me my first nervous year, 

All the introductions and mishaps, new people and classes. 

A house full of new friends I felt like I’d known forever, 

I felt so much closer to that day. 

I went over my summer plans again and again, 

Making plans with the people I knew I’d see next year, 

But couldn’t wait to see again. 

Sprinkled with the excitement of the memories to come. 

And with that, freshman year was over.