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.