Elementary to College (poem for challenge)

First, second, third, fourth,

going to the next.

The class is north

of mine and I am nowhere near knowing the regression of y on x.

Middle, with my brother to the eighth,

they say they really prep you for high school,

but I still have my faith.

Then by the end of the day, I’m in the ninth! Isn’t that cool?

Ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth,

Graduating now,

I need better wealth.

But I just forgot how?