My Next Four Years

I walk in the doors afraid Its the first year and I will be here for the next four years I smile when I see my friends When really I should be saying get me out of here I am afraid When I see all those faces telling me welcome and ask how I am doing everything gets better Now I am loving it and don't ever want to leave but know I have to Hoping that I will not loose any friends that I have made I will work hard to keep them and thats for sure.