A Day at School

nine of ten. a semi-poetic read through of my average day of school.

First period, I am tired,
But very pleased to be there.
I love my class with all my soul
And find Chinese so intriguing.

I linger for a moment,
Wondering what she thinks.
If she doesn’t need me,
I go ahead and leave.

Second period is a drag,
Running all for nothing.
No rhyme or reason,
In the name of gym.

Third period’s an ordeal,
lighted by a teacher.
The others have tugged her to the end of her rope,
And English students call me a stuck-up.

Fourth period is a joy, with guest appearances by First.
Theatre is my bliss.
I finally know a home where I do belong.
But fifty minutes isn’t nearly long enough.

Then there’s lunch,
Which depends on the day.
But Laura’s by my side
She’s the light to my dreary day.

Chemistry and physics,
A double dose of ouch.
It’s all so elementary,
I begin to lose touch.

Somewhere in the hall, some days, between periods five and six
I find the little willow of a woman,
Who seems to be so fragile.
I try to see her smile.

Sixth period, Geometry
The lowest point of my day.
My grades are bad, morale is low,
But Lacey’s there to stay.

Creative Writing, where I find my nook.
They say they like my style.
Some may think I’m overboard,
But at least I can make them listen.

After school, on most days,
Rehearsal calls my name.
Productions aren’t so easy,
But the laughs are beginner’s play.