My name is Ruth.
I’m in the sixth grade.
This is my story of how I was afraid.
My palms were sweaty.
I had butterflies.
The thought of Middle School
Took me by surprise.
The halls were long.
The classes were, too.
The homework was more than I thought I could do.
But after a month,
Things seemed to change.
Those long halls just weren’t so strange.
The classes flew by,
And that’s not a lie.
I think it’s because the teachers were fine.
As homework got better,
I became a “non-sweater.”
My stomach settled down,
And my frown turned upside down.
So my fears of sixth grade are drifting away.
But, oh!
Now I’m just thinking,
What about seventh grade!?!
