Somebody I Used to Know

You can feel it now.

You know school is not far off.

Something in the air

has shifted composition,

and it whispers "school time!"

at random intervals.

But you know it's close,

you can feel it in your bones.

But I'm not scared.

I always get scared.

Freshman year,

last year,

I was terrified to go back.

But this year,

I'm not.

I know I'll have my friends.

I know it's going to be ok.

Despite that my French teacher

is a native Spanish speaker.

Despite that I've got Pre-Calc

at 7:30 in the morning.

Despite I'll now see

him five days a week again.

I know it's no big deal.

It's cool,

everything will be fine.

It's a really good feeling.