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Dear Diary. My First Rap.

Preparing for my first day. 

 So some of you may have read my previous post about how terrible my first day of secondary school went. It left my wondering why i wasn't more nervous about making the change from the primary school I was so in love with. Then i found this and remembered. I had my morning routine all planned out. It should have gone fine. 

Enjoy. 


Dear Diary... 


Gimmie a beat
ch boom ch mm ch boom ch

Wake up in the morning at a reasonable hour
Brush my teeth with some Colgate
Have a real nice shower

Il make sure all my bags are packed Ive got to leave at 8
Its my first day I don’t wanna be 
late late late


My new pencil case is so full 
I cant so up the zip
All my pencils are sharpened 
all my pens have a tip
My rubbers still in the cardboard 
advertising the shop

My shatterproof ruler wont break if 
dropped dropped dropped

i'll walk up to school 
with my two best friends
I'm not really confident 
but everyone pretends

In class Ill work hard
and get good grades
chillin on the field at break
IN MY SHADES.

beat gets quieter and fades out. 


I can remember this is if it was yesterday. I basically thought I was Eminem. I'm sorting starting to understand why people thought I was a little bit strange in school. As hilarious as this is reading back my song writing (after a few years of developing) was one of the things that sparked a conversation between me and my partner when we first met as he was hugely into the music scene. So maybe if it wasn't for my late night rap sessions we wouldn't be together. 

Anyway, I hope you at least got a giggle out of this, I sure did. Feel free to share it with people you think it will help that are going into secondary school and don't know what brand of toothpaste to use.
Jemma With a J. x

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