School Bell Rings…It’s Over
Maths and boring irrelevant stories
Why must I know the exact date
Whatever happened happened I can’t change it it’s too late!
Don’t tell me that
treating me like I’m inadequate
I know I played when I should of paid attention
But I just couldn’t see how maths came into the equation
As you taught the class, my counterparts in turn whispered ‘pass’
And so it was, I became the maths class champion of a pack of 52
refusing to adhere to school rules
Closing my ears so not to listen to you
Teachers screaming down the corridors
Children being a nuisance and slamming doors
Smoking in the toilets
Escaping the un-revised class tests
Wondering, do we have to really do our best
For the teachers already decided which set we’ll be in
School sucks I thought and was like the rubbish in the rubbish bin
Supposed to be the best years of our life
But the playground always had a fight
the class rooms a battle with teachers strife
I sit and wonder ‘what the hell’
And wait patiently for the bell
I realised a little too late
When I for the last time walked out the school gate
That the teachers I thought were full of hate
Were the ones that were right, It was me that couldn’t relate
Now its the end of year five
My exam results just made me want to hide
I wish I stuck to being teachers pet
To be a good girl and have the world on my plate
If only I could turn back time
Do good in maths and not step out of line
Why did I feel the need to fit in so?
Where are those friends now that its time to go?
College, Uni, in good jobs
You see the bad crowd were loud for all to see
But behind close doors they studied and learn’t well
They made out it was cool to be dumb
And all the time they were competing to be number one
Looking at them I could not tell
Lower and lower my grades fell
This did not stop me from reaching high
I got up and tried my hardest
Finally taking responsibility and exploring the depths of my capabilities
Stretching my brain cells to the farthest
It IS in you and it IS in me
God made us intelligent
Don’t follow the crowd
Just be you, and you’ll see how much can be achieved.
Stay lose to your teachers, trust and believe
They’ll help and guide you so exams will be stress free
And your grades will be worth something by the time you leave.
Posted on March 21, 2018, in Memories. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
wow this is actually really good. love the way your poems tells a story.
I didn’t know anyone could see my blog yet!! Didn’trealise I publically published it..lol thank you😊😊