A friend of mine wrote this. Check out her blog at:
Year upon year, in desks we sit
Quiet halls filled with rows of quiet students
Shoe watching teachers
Tear stained papers
And everyone wishing, the wall wasn't green
Times written on the board, getting slashed one by one
The clock on the wall, tick-tock, tic-tock
Pens scribbling, fruiously
Erasers rubbing, vigorously
Staring at the wall, wishing that it wasn't green
The last ten minutes, then five, the one
The sprint to the finish or a stroll to the line
When the teacher calls out, "Stop!" and "Pens down!"
You know you should follow, or shit will go down
And all the while wishing, that damn wall wasn't green
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