School

• Agatha Pym, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

A place where minutes feel like years,
Your not aloud to have fun with your pears,
Staring at the clock wishing the day was gone,
Only hoping that there’s not long,
Recess and lunch are our favourite things,
Only thing teachers do is take our earrings,
Waking up thinking you can go back to sleep,
Then realising you have to get through one more week,
Waiting for Friday is the hardest thing,
Can’t wait to see what the weekend brings,
I would do anything to miss just one day,
So then maybe I might be okay,
Everyday at school you get more and more stress,
Teachers only say “you need a new dress,”
In class were not aloud to eat or drink,
Yet alone get given time to think,
If only you knew exactly how hard school gets,
Every mark we are given we can never forget,
I wish that teachers were not so tight,
Then maybe we wouldn’t get into such fights,
We try our very hardest in every single test,
But still get poor grades even if it was our best,
Even when the long day is through,
We still have endless amount of homework to do,
I come only to school because of my friends,
I can’t wait until this term ends.