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Remember that age of 7 It was so tender Remember that age of 7 A bandage was a mender. Those days are long gone That youthful age Those days are long gone Are we even on the same page?
When it comes to kids throughout all schools, I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools, While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
They say that school is a must. You miss it you're a bust. To fail is certainly wrong. But school is just so long. You must conform to societies needs. Those who differ will not succeed.
We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations. Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
What is school? A mystery. Why am I learning about History? Geography? Art? Building my brain to be so-called "smart." To be educated, responsible, dependable. Like a piece of clay i'm mendable.
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling Down Down Down
I'll never see you again...
I come from a long line of Scots The kind that drink and hate Their failed dreams The kind that love With hitting and name-calling The kind that don’t change