SCHOOL.
Day one is always exciting, day two, too.
But one month passes and you're wishing it was summer again.
There are tests, and quizzes, and essays.
Those dreaded things... words.. who knew words could be so hard to put together.
BUT, what teachers dont know is that.. what they do, how they treat us... it is reflected in our efforts and grades.
If they hate their jobs... we hate ours too. IF they love their job and enjoy it daily... we do too. Attitudes are transferable... good and bad alike.
We want to learn... we really do. But we need help to understand it. Just because it may seem easy to you doesnt mean it is for us.
Teach us, guide us, care for us, love us for the time you have us.
Because if you do... it is guaranteed that we will too.
School can be cool.
Just takes the right person to shine that light on us.
It is what will open the path so that we may reach our full potential into our wonderful future.
A future that you can change for us...
IF you just love your job and enjoy it with us.
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