School Year

Rushed.
Hurried.
Hushed.
Scurried.

Waiting for it to begin,
a new school year is at hand.

New pens,
on that blank notebook paper.
Writing down notes,
we never use.
Just to get back in the hang of it.

New lockers,
and new desks.
Gettign resituated,
and super stressed.

Waiting for friday,
when the monday bell rings,
football games,
and the pride it brings.

Cell phones in our pockets,
and nothing on our minds.
Waiting for last bell,
and the bliss it always finds.

This is school
for the next three years.
Hopefully it will be better,
with our smiliarly bored peers.