To learn is a gift,

However to earn knowledge is trying.

Some students end up crying,

While others do this with their eyes closed.

Seeing our friends is great,

Until we get scolded for communicating.

We then spend the class waiting,

As our lives tick away,

With the clock hung on the wall.

Lunch a time of freedom to recharge,

Where we can't afford to eat healthy,

Since a lot of students aren't wealthy,

We eat junk and share it.

That last period of class is bliss,

Waiting for the last bell,

To escape from the hell,

We all call school.