Its cold in here, theres no heat.
the desks face right, theres no left handed seat.
The voices drone, but never make sense,
For professors, they sure can be dense.
I wish only for a school condusive to the student.
Where life can live, and we know what is meant.
I wish only for a warm and open place to learn,
where I dont study frost bite with concern.
Where left is just as good as right,
Where very far back, and very far front,
are not the only seats in sight.
I wish only for a place to be,
a good student, a lively learner,
A warm and happy me.