sexta-feira, 31 de março de 2023



School is a daily routine for us.
In the morning, we're sure to make a fuss.
Even when the sun is still not up,
Here we are, awake at 6am sharp.

We feel that school is such a bore.
We feel that school is such a chore.
Parents say, "School's great! Now, go!"
We say, "Well, what do you know?"

Late a minute and we have to run.
Eyes half open, shoelaces undone.
We reach school and we see our friends.
Immediately, the torture ends.

We have a chat and go with the flow.
Then the bell rings; it is time to go.
We may at times find school stressful.
To have some fun, we have to bend some rules.

Talk back to teachers, and detention we serve
No doubt, it is sometimes what we deserve.
Sometimes they are as cold as ice,
And other times they're actually really nice.

They teach us and give us a helping hand.
They're forever ready to listen and be a friend.
They have built much confidence in us.
Just not when they are being really harsh.

Over the years of education,
Never have we had so much learning with action,
Such as camps, experiments, concerts, and activities.
We've learned so much and even saved the trees.

A wise teacher once said aloud -
Success is failure turned inside out,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Some may see school as a torture chamber.
Some cannot wait for the holidays in December,
But it depends on how we look at school.
Honestly, positively, school is cool!

 Cheryl Theseira

Published by Family Friend Poems, October 2008, with permission of the author.

Poem chosen and read by: Diogo Luz, 8.º C, n.º 3.

You gave us a poem, I (Biblioteclando) give you a picture.

«The Scholar» (1874), François Bonvin (1817 - 1887).

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