At eight the bell ringsAnd the classes will seeMany hundreds of teens in complete misery.The lockers start closing in the hallsSignaling the lurkers, against the wallsThe time has come, and now they must payFor staying up all night doing nothing but play.The final bell rings the teachers come outTo tell the students what the day is about.They have multiple choicesAs to what their voice is, but the message is always the same:"Jabber and jabber, yada and yada, turn ...view middle of the document...
"After, or before, this amazingly sad boreThe word "project" comes to mind;Yet another way to put your brain in a bind."And look out, students! Tomorrow is dueThat huge project you've been putting off for a month or two."In third period, they may feel a bit muddy,Although it is no part becauseOf that test for which they did not study.But the third period teacher allows a respiteFor this particular teacher does not bite;His tests are challenging and his assignments fun,Making it seem that as if in a dream the school runs.Fourth period comes,And students' stomachs are rumbling;No luck for them in their studies,Despite all their grumblingAt last, lunch arrives, and three dollars will be goneIf its pizza this day that students hope to feed on.Laughing and eating are now a norm,Much like the atmosphere of a college dormFifth period is quiet,And deadly as well,As an after lunch napCould mean for your grade ... not well.Now, dear comrades, the battle is over,And after six periods of torture have come and goneOur daily afternoon lives will go on
