My favourite lesson this year :)

The word 'gay' in the poem means happy! :)

I remember the first time I walked into room 125.

I was scared and nervous, I can't lie,

sitting in between two people I already knew,

looking at the others, wondering who

they could be

and if they liked Glee.

The first task, I enjoyed

eye contact with the others, I tried to avoid.

Even though I loved it,

the reasons for my nerves hit,

me. I couldn't write,

my poems, stories and odes never felt right.

Yet I still adored every part,

from the very bottom of my heart.

Each lesson I looked forward to,

and still do.

I've made quite a few friends,

some in the evening, messages to them, I send.

Conversations about fandom,

or stuff that is totally random,

Captain America, Harry Potter, evil cats

and sometimes, though forbidden, even maths.

You're all so confident,

in a way that's not arrogant.

Writing through the day and into the night,

you're all so good, it gives me a fright.

Knowing what you're thinking when my writing appears on the blog,

"OMG, you can't even rhyme anything with the word blog?!"

So, I won't read out my stuff, it's too scary,

like them monsters you see all fat and hairy.

But just so you know, I'm so glad I was brave enough,

to enter into this family, as loyal as a Hufflepuff.

It's sad that it's coming to an end.

I hope, afterwards, you will all still be my friend.

It's the end of an era some might say,

where we've all been so nice, so wonderful, so gay.

It's a place where I've felt really alive,

a place that is called planet 125.