School

Every morning I wake up, Wanting to go back to sleep. Dragging on my uniform, School shoes on my feet. In church we are told to be quiet, ‘Please stop talking so loud!’ We file out of the pews in silence, Everyone following the crowd. In Maths we have to ‘finish the exercise’, In History you ‘study the text’, In English’ read the next chapter’, In French ‘here’s some extra prep’. The teachers just don’t understand us, ‘You don’t have to give us what’s set! ’ ‘We do have a life at the weekend! ’ Something they really can’t get! And yet, every day’s different. The one thing ‘bout school that is true, That your friends are there doing it with you, To laugh at the fact, To joke at the fact, That school’s something that you just have to do!