I Didn't Sign Up For This

I didn't sign up for these seven hour days

All my time spent in school - none left to play.

Looking around the small cluttered room

at the thirty four kids crammed into this tomb.

I didn't sign up for this.


The teachers talk with their backs always turned

to the students, many of which don't care to learn.

Children sit with glazened, distanced eyes.

Just another day in the county junior high.

I didn't sign up for this.


I craved information, I wanted to learn.

My creativity suffered - slowly crashed and burned.

Blindly copy what the teacher writes down.

New ideas are greeted with frowns.

I didn't sign up for this.


I went into school yearning for knowledge

Seeking to better myself and attend a nice college.

School didn't help - only hurt - my life's dreams

of being the teacher that helps kids succeed.

I didn't sign up for this.


I looked to teachers to guide me to truth.

What I received was a disappointed youth.

I didn't sign up for this.







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