My first year of school was really content,
I always desired to go to school.
Exited to hit the books and learn,
Kindergarten was fun and went well.

Heading towards my second year,
I was happy to be back.
That’s when I met my best friend here,
Who’s still my friend until now.

On my third year it wasn't as stress-free
As I assumed it would be.
I couldn't read and write very well,
I felt dumb.

Art then became my desired subject,
Drawing was fun it bought my joy when I was down.
I didn't need to worry about getting anything incorrect,
Neither letters nor numbers were needed.
Just drawing was necessary.