We walk through the green carpeted halls,
Then up to D4
My arms get goosebumps
As the thought of being in 6th grade
Runs through my mind
Girls who have friends in this class
Cling together like PB&J
Talking about their summer vacation
While I
Stand alone,
With no friend to talk to
Mr.Edenfeild opens the door
As I step into my brand new classroom
My arms get the chills,
While my 5th grade blood
Is still flowing through my veins
Ready to be new and improved,
Ready for a whole new year.
~Priya
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This is an awesome poem:) i can totally relate!!
This is an awesome poem:) i can totally relate!!
you sent that twice you know
I am very impressed, Priya!
I particularly like the bits about clinging together like PB&J and the 5th grade blood flowing through your veins!
I had no idea u were a poet!
that kind of sounds like Greg, (you know, when Priya got a super sixer and Greg didn't) (you hve to admit...)
Annapurna, you spelled Edenfield wrong, you said 'Edenfeild'
oh...oops. I spelt Mr. Edenfields name wrong on his holiday card thing too...aw man!
but i can seriously relate to how Priya felt. i mean...just ask Radhika. On the first day of 6th grade i still thought i was a 5th grader!
Mom,are you "you don't want to know who"? If not, it must be that anonymous person.O yeah, I even went into the A-Pod once!
who cares how i spelt his our ex-science teachers name jv! Mr. Stagg, is now our awesome new teacher!
Hey ppl i rock!
bye the way... why is everything posted "by sidharta"??
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