School Poem

About school life - teachers, friends, and daily routines.

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School Life

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Published: October 2008

School is a daily routine for us.
In the morning, we're sure to make a fuss.
Even when the sun is still not up,
Here we are, awake at 6am sharp.

We feel that school is such a bore.
We feel that school is such a chore.
Parents say, "School's great! Now, go!"
We say, "Well, what do you know?"

Late a minute and we have to run.
Eyes half open, shoelaces undone.
We reach school and we see our friends.
Immediately, the torture ends.

We have a chat and go with the flow.
Then the bell rings; it is time to go.
We may at times find school stressful.
To have some fun, we have to bend some rules.

Talk back to teachers, and detention we serve
No doubt, it is sometimes what we deserve.
Sometimes they are as cold as ice,
And other times they're actually really nice.

They teach us and give us a helping hand.
They're forever ready to listen and be a friend.
They have built much confidence in us.
Just not when they are being really harsh.

Over the years of education,
Never have we had so much learning with action,
Such as camps, experiments, concerts, and activities.
We've learned so much and even saved the trees.

A wise teacher once said aloud -
Success is failure turned inside out,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Some may see school as a torture chamber.
Some cannot wait for the holidays in December,
But it depends on how we look at school.
Honestly, positively, school is cool!

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  • by Anuradha
  • 1 year ago

This is a beautiful poem. As I am a teacher, I am able to relate to this poem well.

  • by Popoola S. Aisha
  • 1 year ago

I love this piece. I remembered when I was in boarding school. Despite all the torture, it was still fun. An experience that will last a lifetime.

  • by Nandini Tomar
  • 1 year ago

I love this poem, and it reminds me of my teacher's class and how my mother woke me up in the morning at 6:00 and I used to say, "Mom, please just 2 minutes, just 5 min," etc.

  • by Cambri In California
  • 5 years ago

They said high school was supposed to be the time of love, laughter, heartbreaks and friendships but high school is like a prison. No way to get out without being caught. You get horrible food and you have to wear ugly uniforms if we want to keep a safe world don't make us go to school because we have to use paper and most of us hate it. Can't wait till I'm out.

  • by Hey There
  • 2 years ago

I am sorry for you but I don't agree with you. I too am in high school, so I know how wonderful it is!

  • by Shayla Marie, York PA
  • 7 years ago

School to me is like a fat kid and vegetables. It looks like a hospital capturing kids left and right. The friends are underachieving and homework feels like a dust storm hitting me. there's drama any time you turn around, but you have to live through it forever. it will never leave. when we go in a minute late, we get a detention, but most of us don't mind. We walk in and see our friends and the torture ends. I walk in my house once school is over, and I'm automatically alone. Fifteen minutes later I leave and only come back once for a change of clothes and don't come back for three days. I'm never needing parents around, only friends, boyfriend, and brother. And finally school nights come around, and I come home only to an empty house with just enough time to sleep for school the next morning.

  • by S.Fay
  • 7 years ago

School is supposed to be a time of laughter, and love. But likely that will never happen unless your going to school in your mind. Some are outcast, and you have unlikely allies, but mostly enemies. I my life there is no unlikely allies in the wings all enemies.

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