Now and Then

As my alarm goes off,
I get ready for school.
Getting my papers,
And dressed to look cool.
The bus comes,
And picks me up.
Entering the halls,
I call “What’s up?”
The year goes by,
Harder than last.
Sixth and seventh,
Something in the past.
Eighth grade is new,
Fun and exciting.
Sometimes hard,
But always surviving.
Next year I’ll start,
All over again.
Working my way,
From bottom, and then…?