The Classroom

The world is the true classroom. The most rewarding and important type of learning is through experience, seeing something with our own eyes.

The things I hear

The things I know The things I fear

The places I go

Can nothing compare

To the classroom I know

Now I hate the classroom I know

But no choice have I

The class I should go

More scary is the classroom 

Than all m fears combined 

Like monsters and ghosts all in the night

A blackboard do I see

Have fun on it do we

Drawing and playing 

Without thinking at all

Rubbing it away 

From teachers above all

When the bell rings so happy am I

But along with it sad 

At the thought of what's coming

Another period should I

Struggle more than all

The dreaded geography

Is on its way

The sleepiest period 

Of the day

But where there is a will

There is a way

When the bell rings

So happy am I 

But along with it sad

At the thought of whats coming

Another period should I

Struggle more than all

When I ask my parents

What they think

They say they wish

They were back in school again

So horrifying is the thought

I haven't asked again

31.03.2016

Author's Note

So far, the poems I've published have been on the dreary side of things, so I thought I might liven things up a bit. I wrote this poem way back in my eighth grade and if my memory serves me right (which it rarely does) this is the first poem that I ever wrote.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

ugh- that's why i teach my children at home...
thankful for that freedom to do that...
teaching while they are in nature and not tied to a desk or a bully

funny- because I loved, loved school!