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.