Senioritis
Seniors trying to graduate,
Writing essays and reading books,
Every seat was taken when I first
walked in the room.
Their ears are open,
Their minds are eager.
One more English class, one more
year!
One more English class, one more
year!
The teacher eases her way
throughout the room.
She eases her way into their
minds.
She fills them with knowledge.
She fills them with direction.
Everything is clear now, clear as
only water can be.
Now they can get to work.
Silence takes over as they focus
on their work.
Only a faint sound of music
coming from the students headphones echoes in the room.
They get their work done.
They get good grades.
Days fly by,
Work gets graded,
Their progress reports say
they’ve done well.
Their work all gets done and
nothing is late.
The teacher is happy,
And so are they.
Days keep flying by.
Students are late,
Students are absent.
That essay was due a week ago,
that essay was due a week ago.
That essay is now late.
There are empty chairs,
There are empty minds,
No longer do these students care.
No longer do they try.
They all want to graduate,
They all want to leave.
How long is this class, how long
is this class?
Can I just go back to sleep?
Get your head up… Get your head
up,
There is no sleeping in class.
Trying to save these kids grades,
Trying to save them from falling
behind.
They keep trying, keep trying.
They try to stay awake,
They try to do all of their work,
They try to turn their work in on
time.
They try to focus, they try to
care.
One more English class, one more
year!
One more English class, one more
year!
In the end they're just trying to
graduate.
