I completed the first three years of primary school in one year and was admitted to the local school the age of six directly into the fourth year, some two years younger than all my contemporaries.
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I went to the local schools, the local state primary school, and then to the local grammar school. A secondary school, which technically was an independent school, it was not part of the state educational system.
The only thing I shall talk about is my sporting achievements at school. My primary sporting achievement at school was that I dodged games for two complete years and was well through the third year before they discovered that I had completely avoided all games.
I went to graduate school at Harvard for one year I worked in the state legislature in Sacramento for one year. I taught school in Compton for two years.
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So by the time I got to Michigan I was a stutterer. I couldn't talk. So my first year of school was my first mute year and then those mute years continued until I got to high school.
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
poem by HudaM DeGratePoet
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High School sweethearts
started out as high school swwethearts
i sit in front of class
he sits in the back
i pass him his worksheet
he says come sit back here with me
i think to myself
he seems new here
so i sit back there to help
turn out he didnt need it
then i look in to his eyes
what a surprise
he seems so cute
the teacher tell us to hush
so i pass him a note
he reads do you like me yes no maybe
he writes back yes lol you crazy
then the bell rings for lunch
so he set to himself
i came and set with
he ask whats my name
i say bri
he says sweet
my name james
so we go back to class
doin our classwork
this is our sophomore year
we hook up
2 years go by
he went to
a different school
this is now our senior year
class of 2010
heart school sweethearts
never part
even when he change school
so what does that tell you
nothing is impossible
poem by Briangela Jones
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Grade
We go to school and we learn
We go to school and we laugh
We go to school and we make friends
We go to school to know life
But parents are thinking something else
You should do better
You should do harder
It's just a year or two do your best
Are grade only part of us?
Does school offer us nothing more than grades?
School teach us how to laugh and cry
School is not only for grade
Please Mom Dad respect that
poem by Custous Angelus
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And then before going back for my sophomore year, I decided to change my major to arts and sciences, and my dad cut a deal with me: He said if I'd quit school he'd pay my rent for the next three years, as if I were in school.
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The Idle Son
Young Benjamin left school this year
And stepped right in a job;
And he starts in hope of a life career,
Like his eldest brother, Bob.
But Sam, the lad who came between,
Born in the fateful year 'thirteen,
Still vainly seeks a place;
And the mark of his fate, too plainly seen,
Dawns in his listless face.
For Sam was born in a black year,
In the year of the world's black rage
To rob his youth of childish mirth;
And another curse was on the earth
In the year he came of age.
War and depression, this grim twain,
Have clouded life for a bright young brain.
Life smiles for Benjamin and Bob,
Each lucky in his age;
But the count of years falls ill to rob
Same of his heritage:
Too old for a youth's apprenticeship,
Untrained, too young for a man's firm grip,
Tho' a man in stature grown,
He lives to see his chances slip,
Thro' no fault of his own.
For Sam was born in a black year,
In a black year came from school.
But we who know past years of ease
Hold stern responsibilities
Ere his youthful ardours cool.
Ours is the duty, ours the task
To yield what youth has right to ask.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Robert E Lee didn't make it the first time and Jefferson Davis took the vacancy. Pershing didn't make it for two years, MacArthur couldn't get in the first year and Eisenhower took an extra year of high school to get in. Patton took three years to get in and five to get out.
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Gone (In memory of my Grandpa)
Grew up without a father in my life.
15 years passed me by having a grandpa that truly cared.
Took me anywhere I wanted to go.
Teaching me from right and wrong, when mom was at work.
Never thought it would end like this.
On that last week of school hard-aching every moment while
I was there trying to get by, not trying to cry.
May 26,2005 gone 15 years of my life flashed before
my very own two eyes.
Every Razorback game on tv, we watched together.
He never let me down.
Supported me in anything I did.
Sitting here thinking its been almost a year, one long
year since he's been gone
Can't believe its been that long.
Missing him so, wishing he was still here, here to see
me graduate next year.
You never know what you've got until its gone before
your very own two eyes.
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Gone (In memory of my Grandpa)
Grew up without a father in my life.
15 years passed me by having a grandpa that truly cared.
Took me anywhere I wanted to go.
Teaching me from right and wrong, when mom was at work.
Never thought it would end like this.
On that last week of school hard-aching every moment while
I was there trying to get by, not trying to cry.
May 26,2005 gone 15 years of my life flashed before
my ver own two eyes.
Every Razorback game on tv, we watched together.
He never let me down.
Supported me in anything I did.
Sitting here thinking its been almost a year, one long
year since he's been gone
Can't believe its been that long.
Missing him so, wishing he was still here, here to see
me graduate next year.
You never know what you've got until its gone before
your very own two eyes.
Written in 2006
poem by Heather Hill
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Too much!
Fifteen years old we are
Freshmen year is on the way
Excited all the day
First day came
And it is the school's blame
Because school wasn't the same
High school, have to be adventurous
But we became so furious
Too much pressure they put on us
From the first Day
Fun, i wouldn't say
Medical college they think we are in
Hey! , Back to reality
This isn't our ability
Doctors, we are not going to be
We are in high school, if you can see? !
Enjoy life, we want
Too much pressure we can't stand
Teenagers we are
Hey! , we can't even drive a car
Too much pressure
We can't measure
Life we need to Enjoy
To fi full our minds with Joy. :)
poem by michelle al G
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Last Year
I may be in my Junior year.
But next year is my last year.
As I look back on the time I’ve been here,
And it feels like my first day as a freshman.
No matter what year I’m in school, I will always be meeting new people.
Most of the people I meet is the people who had moved away,
Now coming back.
Half the friends you come in with,
Will end up being half the friends you won’t be friends with.
So far what I am trying to say is that you need cherish the moments you have.
In a blink of an eye it will all be over.
You say your years won’t be like that
And when you graduate you say where does it go.
My Last Year’s about to begin! !
poem by Natasha Knowles
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End Of The Year
Its the end of the year
not good enough..the skies ain't clear
This school's been a total jerk
no more phucking homework!
we'll all miss each other
without you guys..next year will be tougher
we were so close like family
we were that friendly
this is the end we go our separate ways
I know without you all it'll be too many days (of school)
we'll all meet new friends
it won't fill my emptiness in heart nor will it mend
we'll all be nervous and have fear
thanks to the end of the year
poem by Christian Yanez
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School Just School
School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARITES
school you mite find your true love
new experiences everyday
school, dances
school just school
school who dose not love it
school is fun
school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school
poem by Kerri King
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Moving Up Scared
Anxiety running through my vines
Like in the colors of a chock rainbow
Being washed off the side walk
A little scared but not enough to show it
I take that big step on my own
You know the step from
I know I'm a little kid to
I'm a big kid now that I'm in Middle School
I slowly walk down the blue carpeted terrifying hall
They made it scary for a reason
Then I met you Breanna
On the first day within the first 10 minutes
Some how you saw right through
My brave little 11 year old mask
The overwhelming lack of security
That was now so present
Making me not think in the right sate of mind
The stories of horror that all those years
My sister has told me and all I can think of
Is complete terror that is invading my body
Walking in those double doors for the first time
Was one of the scariest things I had ever done in my 15 years
I thought I was going to cry
And then did when I heard your voice tell me that
You knew I was scared to go to high school
Just like the first day of sixth grade
And the last day of eighth grade year
You know you always knew
Now it came the year that we were all working for
The year where we see that our teachers
Really do know what they are talking about
Their not crazy old people after all
And we get what their talking about
Some of the pieces of the skeleton of our lives
Start to fall into place
The year where we discover who we
For sure don’t want to be
The year where we think we have it all together
The year where the 4.0 doesn’t matter as much any more
Cause this is the year that you have to figure out where your
Going to live in 6 months after it hits you
Oh no I have to do this year there is no more next year
There is barely a tomorrow
then when you realize that tomarrow is coming too quick
and you dont know how to slow the clock down
you really know that the year has came and you hate to say it
but you have to grow up and be the adult now that
mommy and daddy arnt going to be there picking up the slack
all to soon
The year where you look to your best friend from sixth grade
And you know she is just as scared as you
This time Breanna I knew your scared too
A year to learn to really learn
This year is senior year and here and there it's almost
Scaring me to death
P.S
As a senior teachers always ask me to give advice to underclassmen and my advice is this to have fun join a club and a sport if you can make high school an amazing experience don’t do anything you will regret latter. However most of all try in your classes I’m not saying 4.0 just try, try hard because when your friends, and family are not there for you your education is all you will have.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Wizardly School
You may think my school is ordinary,
As many others are,
But forgive me ‘coz I don’t agree,
My school is a star.
I’m just a normal 12 year-old,
Who is quite shy at first.
But in my school you will find out,
Friends will quench your thirst.
My school is wizardly,
With teachers of every kind,
And there always seem to be,
A weird happening every time.
Sometimes the students are scared,
‘Cause there’s a banshee in the class,
And the beautiful school garden,
Has elves running fast.
It does sound scary, I know,
But sometimes it’s amazing,
To find fairies flying slow,
And griffins in the field.
Our talents are soon discovered,
We could make the sky thunder,
This scares but amazes us,
To others it’s a danger.
Next year I’ll be leaving this school,
To another just beside,
I wish it’s like the one I love,
It makes me shine so bright.
So long my bewitching palace,
And all my sorcerer friends,
I will pray for all of you,
May we meet again in the end.
poem by Mimi Fakhira
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My first encounter with a Kelly was not on a musical scale. It was from primary school. Dave and I went to primary school together and we were like boy scouts.
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The pity of pities
In a year,
You brought me
Ten years younger.
In a month,
You sent me
Ten years older.
In a year,
You exuded my
Hormones to that of a lad.
In a month,
You defused it
Far less to one older than me.
In a year,
You kindled me
To soar to the peak.
In a month,
You bundled me
To plummet to the ditch.
But in a year,
You activated in me
The finest faculty.
It is in a month
That you motivated
It to result in fruiting.
In a month of setting,
Impulses suffered a lot.
Intellect reaped a lot.
Stress breeds in one
The best
Though in the process,
It upsets
Him, the pity of pities.
Can you put me back
To saddle high in the track?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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