I walked into class, the first one there,
Ten minutes before, I was fixing my hair,
One by one, stepping in, friends began to chat,
Everyone dressed fancy, in all but a hat.
I was looking very wonderful,
My dress, it was so beautiful,
My hair, in an updo,
Dressed up to impress you.
My eyes were icy, mocha brown,
Hair up instead of flat and down,
Trying hard to look my best,
Because I wanted to impress.
Everyone glittered, they looked so great,
A dress-up day to appreciate,
The boys wore silk and collared shirts,
The girls wore shiny, pretty skirts.
The bell rang, whole class deadly quiet,
You came in time to break the silence,
The last one there, as of always,
I stared as you walked your own way.
Same old sweatshirt, tennis shoes,
Acting just the way you choose,
Taking out your calendar,
Copying the board from afar.
When you finished, you stared and stared,
Looked at me and my up-do hair,
I wish, I hope, I didn't blush,
From attention of a crush.
You stared so long, I thought I'd faint,
Ten seconds in your soft-set gaze,
Until you turned to ask the rest,
"Why are you all so well dressed?"
