The day started at six,
Brush my teeth and make them clean
Do my hair, detangle and spray
Until it had somewhat of a sheen
Then I walked to the bus stop
Rain or shine, because I had school
Sometimes it was hot and warm
Sometimes It was cold and cool
We always went to school
Unless it was extreme weather
Like winds going so fast that
You would need a tether
Or snow so tall that you
couldn't open your front door
But it was just cloudy so
I went even though it's such a bore
A place full of tests, work,
quizzes, work, and did I mention work?
There are teachers too, but they
are outnumbered, there are bullies who lurk
Everywhere, looking for victims and looking
out for teachers, who somehow never notice them
What worst isn't the work or
bullies or the annoying program STEM
Its not the broken sign in front
or the crazy teachers
Not the slightly ripped flag
or the rusty bleachers
What's worse is...
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