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We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
Every day I meet the hawker crying, 'Bangles, crystal
School we need it
school you have teachers
school is great
1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.
I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
'Go out,' I said, 'and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize.'
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
. A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand- must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
School is like a prison
We can't leave,
School is like an island
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
Courage is what makes us
Courage is what divides us
Courage is what drives us
Courage is what stops us
Why I am being pushed to school?
For refining self and not looking fool,
To stay away from home and look cool,
Or to learn the system how to pass stool,
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
"If you want concepts, go to school.
If you want truth, go to life.
If you want information, go to school.
If you want facts, go to life.
I am just a-sittin' here, with my lovely cats.
Perfectly stir-crazy, locked down with all my brats.
Not sure if I'm fittin' in, keepin' to the rule.
The kiddies are mad and bored, home from school.
The name of my dad is Ben or Benedict. But he is popularly known as Big Ben of London or Bentus. His carrier is law making, he knows the law very well I mean he knows the constitutions. He works with the Barristers and also the Judiciary. He is an intelligent man when he was schooling in primary and secondary schools, he usually take first position. He is kind and he loves everyone. But he hates intimidations. He is also a poet he compose poetries like I. He is a fearless man like I. he have contributed some things to the world, most especially to the intimidated ones and as to the needy all over the world. He usually gets annoyed when he sees people intimidating his people.
All the community loves him and also the world. He is a peace maker and also a warrior. We loves him very well.
The second person is my mum. The name of my mum is Stella. She is a very lovely mother and she deals with trading. She is also a farmer. She has contributed so many things to the village. We are nine in our family. The first is Edith, the second sister is Maureen while the third sister is Angela. Another ones are Ugomma and Chisom. The ladies in our family are five while the boys are four. The first son is Barrister Criscent Chigozie, he works with our Barristers. The second son is Magnus Monday. The third son is I Poet Virginus Ndubuisi. I am a member of Academic of American Poet, I am also a member of poem hunters. We are all over the world. I have contributed to the growth of my country and also to the world. I am like my Daddy. I am back like him and also intelligent like him. He calls me eloquent speaker and author. I started writing my poetries when I was in SS II in Ikeja High School, Lagos State. I wrote about fifteen poetries that time and later wrote almost hundred poetries when I finished writing my N.E.C.O. During my schooling in Immaculate Heart of Mary Nursery and Primary School Adaba, I was given a post of security prefect and class prefect and during schooling in Favoured International School, Abuja, I was given a post that is meant to be given to senior students. Due to my intelligence. The third boy is Arinze also known as Sunday. He is lovely and kind.
I started teaching when I left secondary school. I first started teaching in Immaculate Heart of Mary secondary school Adaba and St. Joseph Secondary school Adaba. Later I joined Freedeom Mission International School Adaba where I started my nursery school. I was doing very well there. I was excelling in all my subjects. I was having 100percent and 90percent and also 80percent in my subject. I use to take first and second position when I was schooling in the school. It is due to my intelligence that I was given Head boy.
MAT MODEL OF EDUCATIONAL LEADERSHIP
The School Principal should possess special qualities,
In determining him/her of his/her qualifications,
In managing his/her people in the school vineyard,
These extra-ordinary strengths or qualities,
SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL)
School we need it
school has friends
school you have teachers
school is great
I do like school,
School is Fun, Socialable and Fun,
Work is Fun if you make it fun,
I always want to go to school,
I was nourished in a family where education was adored as a holy thing. My mother taught me how to show honour to a book, even to a detached page of a book, what kind of book it was, was not the matter. All kinds of books were holy books to us because no mean type of book or unbecoming book had ever any chance to reach our home in that beautiful calm sweet-breathing village. Francis Bacon said, people are of three types: those who are very simple, admire the books; the cunning, condemn them; the wise, use them. We were not wise people at all; but we were the true admirers of books. Many a day I saw my mother offering alms to the beggars, especially rice, if ever any book had happened to fall down from our hands. Not only that, instantly we picked up the book from the ground and kissed its cover-page again and again. Still now I do it when the same thing happens to any book I hold. Modern men may consider it superstition; but this superstition helped me become a lover of books.
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