2014

October 28, 2013

Four years in all they have drug by slowly,

What we think of our teachers is quite unholy,

We go to school for hours on end,

We can't find service for our message to send,

Texting, tweeting, any thing but listening,

And we are most definitely not concentrating,

Eager to get out of the hell they call school,

Here at this place we pack our books like mules,

We are seniors now we're not putting up with them much longer

We're not leaving here with much grace or honor,

We are all infected with senioritis and it's making us sick,

Pranking, causing trouble, we will be sure to do it,

We're leaving this nightmare as quick as we are able,

Causing a scene nobody will forget walking out flipping tables,

We're sly and keen everybody knows it,

We are the class of twenty fourteen don't ever forget.

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