School Days

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I walk into the room
and its all there
I take it all for granted
it never seems to change

All the students
sitting peacefully at their desks
bent over their work
or maybe sleeping, waiting for class to start

I sit down, the desk is cold under me
my mouth is dry and sticky
an unfortunate result of my toothpaste
I take a swig of water - refreshment

Announcements start on the overhead
nobody really pays attention
we say our pledge, hand over heart
and the school day begins

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

yup, sounds like first period to me :p
I like your poem, and I know what you mean about the toothpaste thing. Blech XP But yeah, good job!

Anonymous said...

That was good! It sounds like first period exactly. I hate that toothpaste feeling >P

cwzane08 said...

First period is so monotonous (did I spell that write?). Its a nice place to get my stuff sorted out for the rest of the day. Nice poem!

Michael Mysophiliac said...

It's such a bizarre sight, you can really see the people within themselves. How they react in the morning and all. The hard workers, the sleepers, the party animals, the morning people and I myself, the one to refuse pledging to a God my allegiance for my beloved country.

CWTeacher said...

This is a very relatable poem. I'm not surprised at the many comments you received.