The hallways fill with children, children that have nothing better to do than whine,
The classrooms fill with children… annoying, crying children 
Children that I’ve never liked, never will like either,
Children that I’ll never see again once I’m officially done with this place,
Work builds up, one class after the other,
Work never ending, just one thing after the next… never catching a break,
Every passing time, I cannot walk without getting bumped into, without someone touching me,
Every kid that passes you, shoulder checking whoever comes in their way,
Some teachers constantly worried about someone they shouldn’t be worried about,
And then others who are not worried enough about the ones they should be worried about,
High school days are almost over,
High school couldn’t end soon enough…