I've been called strange

And maybe deranged

Because my views on school aren’t the same

When August rolls around-

 I cheer!

Hip-hip-hooray for the new school year!

Oh, no, you too?

You say “No! It’s a pain!”

“Yuck, it’s the worst!”

Well,

let me explain…

 

Teachers you love, but more teachers you hate,

Longing for the years

When you went to bed at eight

 

The drama, the laughter, ah, your friends

They're the best!

Those oh-so-kind teachers with

A pop quiz or pop test

 

Whether in charter, homeschool, public or private

You can say you despise school,

You really don’t like it

 

But stop

Look around

              up

Glance        Glance

                                   Down

 

It will become holy ground-

A symbol

Your memories

When youre older

your childhood fantasies

 

Year 1, 2, 3, 4

High school flies by,

Youll walk out the door

Of that place

just for learning

That temple of knowledge

Where they house the hormonal kids before college

 

 

Be strong

Be grateful

Take it day by day

Because this is something I love

And I just gotta say

 

School pictures and acne

You feel somethings missing

But that awkward in-between time

Is strangely…

Uplifting!

 

Youre in the good old days and don’t even know it

So don’t blow it

 

Make the most of your time

You could even wright slam poems that

Just barely rhyme

Have fun, be free

You be you, I’ll be me

 

High school is cool,

 see?