The Results of School

By Emily Royer

When I was a kid,

And first starting out in school,

I’m not going to lie,

I thought it pretty cool

12 long years on down the road,

(I’m almost ready for the hat),

It’s not nearly quite as fun,

(An eternity that)

To rise early every morning,

To pull myself out of my bed,

Sometimes it would feel better,

If a gun shot me in the head

After all, what are they doing?

I mean to the schools these days?

They’re messing up the schedules,

And making it harder to get A’s

They tell you that your test scores,

Are so important to your life,

Yet mentally, internally,

All they seem to cause is strife

They’re cutting down your options,

-the classes you can take,

There isn’t any Shop Class,

Nor Home-EC where you can bake

Forget about the Arts,

There’s no budget for the stuff,

And yet in ‘important classes’

All they make you do is fluff

Science committed suicide,

English is just insane,

And despite all of our new teachers,

Engineering’s gone down the drain

Don’t even mention Carpentry,

About Jewelry make no fuss,

With all this swanky knowledge,

It’s enough to make Saints cuss

The lunches are repulsive,

(But they’re so good for you!)

And even sports are failing,

(You know all this is true)

So what have I got?

All 12 years of knowledge in my head?

Nah. Simply put:

School’s killed my creativity quite dead.

Note: I actually really like school; however I acknowledge that it can often be frustrating in the extreme... which is why I wrote this poem.