Poem from a few years back.

Going to bed at ten

Waking up at seven

Getting to school at eight

I can’t wait to start the day

Going from class to class

Carrying books and such around

Here at good old hunking

With all the cracks in the ground

Go to lunch and talk

To all of my good friends

Who aren’t in my classes

Counting down the minuets until it ends

The school day is almost over

Now I’m sitting on the bus

I still have homework

That has piled up

I finish all of that

And now it’s time to sleep

One more day less of school

One more memory to keep

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  • vickylass on Sep 3, 2011

    We can be blessed if we can attend school, because many more can“t have the same good luck. Thanks a lot for sharing.

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