Class Time

Monday’s through Friday’s Weren’t always so bliss Whole lives are changing Full of what’s this They’re trying to teach us Where listening I’m sure We keep watching the clock To head for the door Classes aren’t long Three hours or so Five days a week Then we all go

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Pashang Salehi

Date: 7/31/2016 12:21:00 AM

For 30+ years all my classes were like this. Cheers......

Pashang Salehi
Date: 8/1/2016 2:39:00 AM

You're right... a big and an OLD..... never stop teaching and never ever stop learning....

Ronald Kent
Date: 7/31/2016 5:05:00 AM

You must have been the biggest kid in the class. Lol thanks for reading.

Constance La France

Date: 7/30/2016 11:14:00 AM

Roanld, oh I remember those days when 5 more minutes seemed like an hour, great write, enjoyed ~

Ronald Kent
Date: 7/30/2016 11:36:00 AM

I could swear it was going counter clockwise. Thank you for stopping in.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/28/2016 8:40:00 PM

That is exactly how I felt sometimes as a student!! Those were so many years ago. I kind of miss them now!!

Ronald Kent
Date: 7/29/2016 5:56:00 AM

I miss those days myself. Thanks for reading.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/28/2016 3:50:00 PM

... and it's not just the kids who watch the clock lol:-) hugs jan xx

Ronald Kent
Date: 7/28/2016 4:25:00 PM

When I think back on the things I did in High School... Oh boy. Actually this is the only poem that ever made it to a hardcover, the year book. lol thanks for taking a look.