Education
As I sit in class,
Moping,
Daydreaming,
Looking at the clock
As I tune out the teacher,
The math,
The english,
The science,
I think.
When I sit at home,
In my desk,
Pondering over math,
Writing the essay due tomorrow,
Reading a textbook,
I wonder.
When I graduate,
When I'm on that stage with everyone else,
Cheering,
Laughing,
Tossing the cap,
I smile.
This is what education is.
Not the hours you put into getting good grades,
Not the awards you get for a high GPA or perfect attendance,
But for the enlightment,
The wonder,
The knowledge,
The how-to,
That comes with it.
This is truly what education is.
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