I sit here and sit here, I let out a sigh.
Where am I? Its school! I think I'm gonna die!
I shuffle my feet, perhaps cross my legs,
but nothing will take away the boredom this time of day!
I look out the window, the teacher he glares.
I return him a nervous smile and let out another bit of air.
I sigh and I sigh and I sit and I sit.
I can't concentrate on work! Its too quiet I say!
What can at I do at this horrible time of day?
"Its only six hours!" my mother tells me every morning.
But to me it feels like forever! I mean gosh its so boring!
I stare at my work, and I pick up my pen.
But within ten more seconds, I put it down again.
I mean really how could they? Makeing us sit here?
Its like a prision, there's not any freedom!
Do this! Do that! The teachers will say.
They don't care if we normally do it another way.
"Its wrong! Do it over!" They will shout.
And by this point my friend tells me she's going to throw herself out the window.
So why it like this I ask? Are we really learning things like this?
I think not!
I think we should change the way we are taught!
Oh my school is boring as I'm sitting here, but for I must go,
I have to go to the bathroom I fear.