Class of 2011
Drama is the ruler of this school.
Poise, attitude, and all the cliques.
Cheerleaders, Jocks, Emos, Preps.
All the same but convinced that they are different.
Our lives still go on, all the same.
Now in the future
The fifteen year anniversary
Everyone acts the same.
But they look so different.
Then you see their true selves.
The jocks and cheerleaders have gained some weight.
The emos and preps look human for once.
Your best friends still talking to the all time quarter back.
The disguises have dissolved.
No longer exsisting
The days go by
We lose our friends and fellow class mates.
Although our numbers are barely visable.
Together we stand.
Class of 2011
Forever we’ll remember
poem by Megan Faith Hendrix
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The It Girl
The It Girl-
Someone who's stuck up and rude,
Someone who doesn't care about anyone but themselves,
Someone who is spoiled and gets anything,
Someone who hates anyone who isn't just like them..
The It Girl-
The girl who is popular,
The girl who is rich,
The girl who has money in the bank,
The girl who gets the guys.
The It Girl-
The cheerleaders,
The preps,
The dance team,
The ditzy girls.
The It Girl-
She's the one who craves attention,
She's the one who acts mean and hateful,
She's the one who will be in trouble later one,
She's the one I will never be.
poem by Jessica Beal
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School Kids
Dorks
Picking nose
Doing homework constantly
Bad taste in clothes
Preps
Like omigosh, no way!
He did what?
Blue isn't the color today!
Emos
Kill me
I hate life
Die without any glee
Bullies
What'd you say punk?
Move weaklings!
Do my homework, you skunk!
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
poem by Emma Alberts
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The Football Jock And The Cheerleader
Football jocks- they allow nothing to get in their way
Girls hearts they’d break every day.
What is a heart? But tissue and mass.
They’ll get over it, it will pass.
Life is a game and we play it to our best
If girls can’t cope then give it a rest.
Love is like football and it has
many tactics that we must learn
and along the way people get burned.
They tend to dropp their hearts
and it shatters on the ground
But someone will pick up the pieces
Whatever could be found.
We are the jocks with one goal in mind
“ to win” every turn and every time.
We are the cheerleaders of the team
We get the fans to jump and scream.
We give you guys moral support
With out us your fans would abort.
You think because you’re football jocks
That all the women s clocks must stop.
Well! We have a surprise for you
Without us you wouldn’t know what to do.
As for our hearts shattering on the ground
My friend! You better turn and look around.
You see! LOVE IS NOT! A football game
And no heart remains the same
You are about to get your dues
For we know exactly what to do.
You may be great on the football field
But our hearts, you will not steal.
You can not get in our heads
nor can you get us in your beds.
poem by Louis Rams
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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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Back to School
I can't believe it went by so fast
Now is time to go
Back to school
I'm not ready, but
I have to get through this
Another year
Filled with crazyness, funny, great, and rollercoaster ride
Time to get back to those books,
Lectures, meeting new teachers, and
Meeting new classmates
Seeing friends/or girlfriend/boyfriend
We haven't seen in while
I'm just ready for another year
Now is time to go
Back to school
This last thing I want to thing about
Why can't summer last forever
Well life goes in circle
Good things have to come too end eventually
Get ready to see school again
I hope I can remember where things are,
It been almost three months
Time to get through seven hours of schools
Even through I hate school I need it
Back to school
Once again with fun, excited, bored, happy and all kind emotions
You feel happen in everday of your life at school
Some of us will the butterflies, but as days go by
You be calm and get used to class, people, your teacher and school again
You be ok
Everday is brand new day
Don't stress out and take a deep breath
Have fun and enjoy
It goes by fast before you know its over
There so much memories you won't forget
Back to school
poem by Christina Phan
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Its not so funny
Hate emo...?
isnt it funny when you go to the shops with your friends you look down on the girl with the black jeans and studs
but Smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
isnt it funny how you can change your music taste to impress someone.
but when it comes to am emo who likes thier own music and thier own style, you give them a mouthful?
isnt it funny how a guy can get away with being a gangster but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone.
are you laughing...?
isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week
but gets more shit from everyone then the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
isnt it funny that you sont mind your friends drinking...or smoking
but the minute someone mentions emo music
you can give them a lecture melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing
its so funny that youand your friends can make an emos/scene's life hell
and not know anything about the silent battle they may be fighting
isnt it funnt that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards
but still manage to get through your day without a inch of guilt in your heart...
How you can call a girl a poser, how you say 'your not emo' or 'attention seeker'
with out spending a second trying to figure out why there are cuts on her wrists
and why she spends her lunchtimes crying instead of laughing of with her friends
isnt it funny you can say and so all of this without an idea of whats going on in this persons life
without knewing their situation with thier freinds or thier family
or thier lives!
brave isnt going on stage and stripping
brav isnt saying a speech..
or dumping your boyfriend or girlfriend! !
Brave is..
going to school on multi day and not for a second care what the wrores and fags around you
are saying about your clothes.
Its listening to your own music and being proud of it.
Its going through everyday with the things people say to your face and behind your back and you still keep quiet.
Its knowing what your 'friends' are saying about you and atill calling them your friends.
Brave is knowing that tomorrow isnt a bright and happy future.
Its another day of bitching and dodgeing rumors.
Keep on laughing...!
poem by Dontyou Wish
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Actually, the year anniversary of what you just heard, my son Grahame and I are going to be in a play together, and I'm acting for the first time in front of an audience that doesn't consist of a high school drama class.
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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Frank O'Neill
I remember when we were young
Barely taller than our heavy school bags
We used to feel the weight of our lessons
Piling one by one on each of our shoulders
School was tough for us, but there were little things
Such little things that made school fun and exciting
I remember when we were young
We used to wait for the last day of school
Before we would all leave for our Christmas holidays
But it wasn't just to get away from school, no
Because on the last day, we were all treated a show
A show about a genie, which would make us laugh till we cried
Oh how we would talk about this genie
All throughout the year, waiting for this special day
All throughout the ride home, sharing the laughter with friends
I remember when we were young
It was hard to meet up after school with friends
After all, we were just seven-year-olds
But this was made easy for us
Because every season we would have a camp planned for us
Oh I do remember the laughter we've all shared at these camps
The pranks that he would play on us
Waking up in the middle of the night
Marking our faces with ink
Oh the laughter we would all have
To the surprise of seeing all the pictures of our friends
Who were pranked with ink all over their faces
Or the day all our shoes were taken from our rooms
And hidden in a place we just could never find
I remember when we were young
We used to have art lessons - But not any average art lesson
They were lessons where we could be creative
And not just on pencil and paper
But we were taught how to bring any plain object to class
And turn it into wonderful art
In which we would always display our work in the hall
I remember when we were young
Such little things that made school fun and exciting
Its moments like these you keep remembering for the rest of your life
The friendships made - The Laughter shared
Memories forever imprinted in the back of your head
Frank O'Neill was and remains a Great teacher - And a Great man
He has taught for 35 years at our beloved school and served them well
Teachers like him are hard to find, and are what make a school unforgettable
So I would like to take an opportunity to thank Frank O'Neil
But I am not alone, as so would the rest of the school, ex-students and ex-teachers
In which we would like to thank him for making our experience at Stella Maris College
May you enjoy your retirement - A well deserved relaxation for your hard work!
poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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one day at school, Korea (1801)
I don’t like school, Sir
most venerable teacher;
and though you are kind, Sir
and all my classmates too
and you all help me study and learn
like you make me know
the first five characters in the alphabet
but the moment I am out of school
all I can remember
are the rice-cakes and sweets and the dumplings my mother makes
and true, Sir
most venerable teacher
you teach me the numbers
and I can count from 1 to 5
when I am in class
but when I’m out
I love the toys my father brings
and I play with the wooden toy soldiers
and I love the ducks and the clay horses;
and I really can’t remember the first five letters
or the first five characters
when I lie in bed
and when I am back in class Sir
dragged in by Old Madam Toothless Bong
who always knows where I am wherever I try to run
I can’t remember anything anyone taught me, Sir
most venerable teacher...
I know Sir
all of you have spoken to me
and my dad and my mom
and Old Madam Toothless Bong
and all my friends in class
I must study so I can go to the city and find work
but alI I want to do, Sir
most venerable teacher
is to play and eat and sleep when it is time
and one day, Sir
most venerable teacher
(I know you worry about me)
when I’m grown and big
I’ll make toys and I’ll sell them
and make money for me and my family;
and I’ll make all those sweets and dumplings
and feed my family...
so please, Sir
most venerable teacher
because I don’t like school
and I can’t remember anything
do not worry about me and let me go to the fields now
and I shall grow to be tall as the trees
and as rich as the rice fields...
________________ _________________________
poem based on painting: “Seodang”
(private elementary school in town)
by Kim Hong-do, Danwon (1745-1806)
poem by Raj Arumugam
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My First Day At School(***A Real Experience***)
Oh, it came so fast like a speedy train,
in the month of heavy rain,
when the birds of joy just flew away,
and my heartbeat rose up each day.
the vacations were over and,
there was no more time to play in sand,
but of course you know what that was,
it was my school reopening day as it is.
That day morn when I woke up,
thought if i had a ever or hiccup,
lazy and unwilling, of course, of huss,
made it to the waiting bus.
As the speed of bus went high,
i sank back to the seat with a sigh,
at last whe i walked down to school,
i never knew to use what tool.
As my school came closer,
I became more more dozer,
but wait! now that at school i was,
noone knows the tension a girl has.
When i stepped in to my class,
My courage broke like a breaking glass,
but when i found out i wasn't alone,
and found news friends to adorn,
for first school became a heaven!
* when i was going on to my 5th class to a new school. of course i made a lot of friends and my shyness left me and i am now first at school
poem by Anjana Asok
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Class Reunion
Well I rolled into town
With the ragtop down
I was looking for that homecoming queen
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read
Welcome back class of '83
There were football guys twice their size
Cheerleaders hiding the grey in their hair
The names wee the same but the faces had changed
I didn't recognize anyone there
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe
Tell me where in the world did we all go
That used to be us
I had a drink with some buds
Played a lot of catch up
Danced with my date from prom
But as hard as I tried until I closed my eyes
Everybody I knew was gone
There was Mr. Finch, he taught English and French
He was dancing with a couple of canes
And that homecoming queen, yeah the girl of my dreams
Didn't even remember my name
Chorus
As I stand here and look around
I can't help but wonder
Who will we be ten years from now
song performed by by Lonestar
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We're Going To Be Friends
Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that were going to be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
then safely walk to school
without a sound
Well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
theres dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn
Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height
against the wall
And we dont notice any time pass
we dont notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing
Tonight Ill dream while in my bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow Ill bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that were going to be friends
song performed by by White Stripes
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Class Reunion (That Used To Be Us)
(Richie McDonald/Frank Myers/Don Pfrimmer)
Well, I roll into town
With the ragtop down
I was looking for the homecoming queen
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read
Welcome back Class of '83
There were football guys twice their size
Cheerleaders hiding the grey in their hair
The names were the same but the faces had changed
I didn't recognize anyone there.
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us.
Oh, that used to be us.
I had a drink with some buds
Played a lot of catch up
Danced with my date from the prom
But as hard as I tried until I closed my eyes
Everybody I knew was gone
There was Mr. Finch, he taught English and French
He was dancing with a couple of canes
And that homecoming queen, Yeah the girl of my dreams
She didn't even remember my name.
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us.
As I stand here and look around
I can't help but wonder
Who will we be ten years from now?
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us.
Oh, that used to be us.
That used to be us.
That used to be us...
song performed by by Lonestar
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Can't Disturb These Folks
Are the buttocks firmer on athletes?
Those who adorn sneakers on courts...
Or play on fields wearing cleats?
Are they tighter on women?
Or men who play soccer?
It's harder to tell on those chasing a puck
As they hockey.
What do they see when they arrive at the lockers?
Or those racing horses...
And called jockeys.
Are they really jocks?
Who gave them names like these?
Women playing tennis,
Seem to have stronger thighs.
And why aren't there cheerleaders...
On the sidelines standing by?
And golf?
Ssssshhhh...
Can't disturb these folks.
You know how hard it is,
To get that tiny ball in the hole?
Well...
I am told it isn't difficult at all.
As long as you know how to find it!
And where it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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A different type of homework
Being a science student I attended cookery class for only one term
(3 months) in Class 8th...This poem is a small contribution for the
Cookery Class when we had to make Cookies at home and take
them to school for checking/inspection :) I have tried to make it a
funny poem :)
I was given homework to do,
a good presentation I made.
Next day I showed it too,
and all my friends admired.
My teacher came to inspect it,
and she sniffed it like a puppy.
Then she took a small bite,
chewed it and looked happy.
She took another bigger piece,
munching away and smiling.
I watched not feeling nice,
seeing my homework disappearing.
Soon she had finished it all,
I stood with my mouth agape.
My homework seems vitamins full,
that a teacher ate it with a burp?
Normal marking of assignment is to make you pass,
What of tasting and then eating your homework?
Your marking is done like this in class!
in cookery class the teacher eats your work. :)
renukakkar 28.10.2011
Copyright@2011
poem by Renu Kakkar
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I shall call the class, Heaven
'A class is not just a class
A class is like a temple.'
'Such as the God lives in temple
Same way the students lives in the class
Both are with the shiny face and broad smile.'
'A class is like a flower
That blooms with the light of the students.'
'A class is like a nursery
In which every type of flower planted.'
'In this way the class is a heaven
If we see it with our soul eyes
If we feel it
then we will find us
In the presence of God
And that is our respected Teachers.'
poem by Mahaveer Kumawat
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My class
My class is a funny class
When the teacher is not in
Our class is a circus
That will conquer the school
We have acrobats
We have clowns
and we even have elephants
My class is a noisy class
When the teacher is not in
Our class is a market
That will conquer the school
We have hawkers
We have fruiterers
and we even have butchers
No matter what
A circus or a market
We enjoy our class
When the teacher is not in
poem by Sarah Ally
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My parents couldn't afford a full time drama school, but I basically just did every class I could do, and followed every drama interest I could. When I was 15 or 16 I did drama courses.
quote by Christopher Parker
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