This year, in fourth grade, I changed schools

Though we still lived at the same location.

Long-closed in our town, with a reputation for ghouls,

Many decades old, the building underwent renovation.

 

Our new teacher looked just like TV’s Wonder Woman,

All the boys were moon-eyed and drooled,

Though for nine year-old males, that wasn’t uncommon,

To see them act like fools.

 

I was picked for a new advanced class.

Only my best friend and I were chosen, what fate!

One day we were given an all-day pass

To visit the governor of our state.

 

I have a photo somewhere as I’m standing by him.

What things I would say now, but back then I was much too prim.