“i hate school”

School bells ring—a morning yawn,  
Backpack heavy, dreams half gone,  
Math and spelling, rows of chairs,  
Crumpled notes and teacher’s stares.

Here's the clock (it barely moves!),  
Chalkboard squeaks and dusty grooves;  
Questions asked with eyes half-shut,  
Lunch at noon—hope fills my gut.

But through the sighs and sleepy days,  
A friend will nudge, a hand will raise;  
A story told, a joke well-timed,  
A chalk-drawn world, a mountain climbed.

And though I grumble, drag my feet,  
Wish for snow or weekend’s sweet,  
Between the rules and tests I find  
Some hidden treasures for my mind.

So here I groan and mope and fret,  
But school’s not done with me just yet—  
Because beneath my “I hate school,”  
A wiser voice says: “Learn. Be cool.”

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