The day begins when the school bell rings,

A hundred nervous kids file into their seats,

It's time again for the freshman to be taken under wing,

To be shown the way of high-school life,

Running around, and searching for classes,

It's all to be added to their frightful strife,

To make it worse,

The teacher speaks: "Class, tell me who you are,"

The students gripe, complain, and curse,

But obediantly, they stand and cracking voices arise,

Some of them are silly, and others not,

One students says: "Teacher, let's make a comprimise."

"You want to know me, but we are here to learn,"

"Professionalism is key here and I think we both agree"

"You're not here for us, but for the salary of which you earn."

"Problems with the school board,"

"Corruptness runs about,"

"Teachers simply leave us bored"

"Do this, do that, it will keep you busy"

"Education is not what should be."

"So who am I you ask?

"I am a freshmen, who's not afraid to accomplish your failed educational task."