If my elementary days
Were so simple,
Why weren't they
Elements
Of
Simplicity?
Why did I learn
Math
And
Science?
Geography
Too?
We even went to
A Zoo?!
I learned
At least a dozen
Shades
Or two
Of how
To color,
In the color,
Blue.
So many things
To do,
And
What I learned was
How to tie my
Shoe.
Velcro straps
Were a thing of the past.
Middle school.
I thought
It was a trend
That'd
Last.
I guess that's why
It's
A blast from the
Past.
Middle school was where
I learned
Who not to be.
It was a grand
Decree.
I will have to find a way
To be
Me.
Who else would I be?
A
Honey
Bee?
Stinging
People
Would have been cruel,
But so is having thousands
Of kids
Drool.
I learned
That in
Biology.
But
Drooled
In
Criminology.
Or was it
Psychology?
I can't remember.
But it definitely wasn't
Neurology.
I would have loved
Orange-ology.
Because then orange
Would finally
Rhyme with something.
And not be the new
Black.
If middle school was where
I was in the
Middle
Of
School,
Why'd it have to start
At 8am
Every day?
I don't even know
What to say.
I learned I wasn't meant
To be
The winner of the
Spelling bee.
My
Dreams were
Crushed.
What would become of
Me?
The boy with
The buzzcut.
The kid who brought his
Peanut butter sandwich
Every day
And
Would eat it
Throughout
History
In a slow,
Drawn
Out,
Way.
Much
Like
The subject,
But
Not like a test subject.
That's biology,
Where I learned
That frogs
Aren't all that different from people.
But we still study them.
FOR SCIENCE.
That's what we tell
Ourselves to feed our consciences.
I guess we'll learn at some point.
Maybe that's what high school was for.
The time
I might have been there for.
Therefore,
My
Forethought,
Was
To take high school
Like a
Game,
Where I had already figured
Out in middle school
If I was lame.
Turns out
They're all the
Same.
I learned who not to be.
So all that was left was to learn
How to be
Me.
Spent four years.
Took twenty-four classes.
Made myself
President
Of the
Masses.
Learned to speak like my
Words came from my
Asses;
P.S.
I only have one
Ass.
And
It does indeed have a
Crack.
If high school was where
I learned to be me,
Then college meant
It must be
Where I learn to truly
Live out
This world
In
Harmony.
But that's
Another story for
Another day.
The moral
Is
Don't just
Play.
Because,
School isn't a play.
You're not an actor
Or
Actress,
Playing out a part.
You're a real
Human,
Living a real
Life.
So live out
That dream
And make it
A
Reality
Worth telling
In those storybooks
We
Read.
Whether that's in
History
Or
English
Or
Even
Physics.
You're
Physically restricted
By the confines
And
Constructs
You allow to hold
Yourself back.
When you look
Back,
Who are you?
Don't say
You
Did
Jack.