Weekly Writing Challenge: Memoir Madness

I was standing there, clueless, looking like a fool,

The girls are mostly fair, the guys mostly look cool.

My strait-laced backpack, half-open, ready to explore this heap,

My freshly-pressed polo shirt, not sure if white enough to not look cheap.

The shouts, the hollers, the noise –

The views, the spots, the corners occupied by the boys.

One girl hugs another, one guy fist bumps a brother

I’m alone. I’m by myself. I can’t hover.

High school. New soul. First day.




9 Comments Add yours

  1. trishasstory says:

    I Love This Story Lol But Is It Possible That You Can Read My Blog Please And Give Feedback. I AM A beginner And Would Love Advice. Please And ThankYou

    1. BienAdosto says:

      you seem to be doing a good job so far! 🙂 i’m not very new in blogging but I don’t consider my posts to be that of a pro either, so good luck to us!

  2. Ah! First days are so hard..I remember mine still 🙂 Nice poem.

  3. BienAdosto says:

    I think we all do 🙂 thanks for dropping by

    1. BienAdosto says:

      thank you! 🙂

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