Ode to a four day weekend

The bell rung at only 10:30.
We screamed and grabbed our backpacks and ran towards our bright red lockers,
so crammed full of old test papers and science notes and navy blue sweatshirts.
As excited as we were, we didn't forget to stop along the way
and stare at the good looking ninth graders walking by.

Friday:
Boredom.
Complete
and
total
boredom.
The
party
was
still
9
hours
away.
GAAAAAAH!

Saturday:
No comment.

Sunday:
Oh Sunday.
How cruel you seem,
to take away the joy of freedom,
of the absence of school.
Even you must admit
that watching Buzz Lightyear to pass the time
is most annoying and not a worthwhile activity.
Tomorrow, we would again wake at 5:45
and sluggishly enter the showers.
Then, as we entered first period, our joyous four day weekend
would be but a memory,
nothing but a dream.







Beat THAT, Robert Frost!