It is harder today, I must tell you
Than school in nineteen-eighty-three
So please take a seat here and listen
I'm not just a number, I'm me
The hallways are sardined with bodies
The stairs are a dangerous place
I'm rushed and I'm pushed and on most days
I can't wait to get out of this place
I remember a time when I loved school
My teacher would hug me and smile
We'd laugh and we'd talk and she knew me
Now I'm just a number on file
It isn't that hard to be friendly
To a classroom of kids you must reach
I wish that you teachers remembered
That you signed up to do this, to teach
All I want is a little compassion
I'm a teenager lost and alone
I'm moody and needy, I get that
So here are some things you should know
I'm not sure I trust all my friendships
I stress eat most ev-er-y-thing
All I want is to get into college
I'm wound up so tight, I go 'twing'
Why's it hard to speak to me nicely?
I want to do well in your class
No one likes the kid that disrupts you
Let him give the principal sass
Sometimes I'll miss an assignment
Would it kill you to cut me some slack?
I don't really care about quotients
I just want to earn my 'A' back
I'd like to think that you like me
I'd like you to have a great day
I'd still like to laugh, to talk and to hug
I'd still like to hear teacher say
"Good job, dear Gracie you're awesome!
Your work is incredibly bright!"
Or "You don't seem yourself. You seem lost, hun.
Let me help you to make it alright."
I know that you don't make much money
Your workload is vast and extreme
Government tests are lengthy and boring
But what is it that makes you so mean?
I want you to know that I'm trying
I've distractions you cannot perceive
Please teacher, please notice, I matter
I'm not just a number I'm me