The bell rings,
Students pile in classes,
The teacher hands out packets,
Some rejects them,
Even the wiser students reject,
Finally the packets were done by some,
Teachers walked around to collect them,
The bell rings,
The intercom comes on,
The principal's voice shouts out,
''Congratulations to our graduates'',
She calls out the names,
Yours wasn't called along with others,
You walked inpatiently to the office,
Other students crowded into the hallway as well,
The principal looked you in the face,
''I'm sorry but you are not a graduate'',
She turned away and left you there,
You followed the other students,
They demanded the teachers for packets but the teachers said they had been taken up,
The intercom came back on,
Sending signals through the hall,
You hoped your name will be called,
Still it was nothing,
You shrugged your shoulders,
It's all over