Poem Title: New School Written by: Jeovaughnie O. Amos Leaving from primary off to secondary there's no way I'll be the same as I once was. I'll step up the paste or even grow some attitude for the altitude which I go. Am so excited I can't wait, I have waited patiently for this moment but with anxiety to start fresh at my new term to walk in these material that glisten for all eyes will say welcome. I am so happy and proud of my self growing in progress to move on to the next level, I hope they accept me I hope I find new friends I hope the teacher is nice and consider me as a child with trend because I know it will be a new start so I have my fingers cross. There is so much I hear there is so much to see, person with high exemplary attitude as some with low self-esteem, some with brilliant intellect and some catching up paste to read, the nerds the weird child but what category I will be apply to, I just hope I won't be pick on or bullied by some ignorant and abusive child.