I return here day after day.
The first day was exciting.
Seeing old friends, and meeting new ones.
Classes start, we learn everyday.
I never know why some things are taught.
Will I ever really need to know the value of Pi?

A few teachers are fine.
Some kids behave, allowing adults to remain calm
but many nag and scowl at disrespectful children who are howling for attention.

Kids laugh at others disrupting the class.
I once thought it was hilarious, but not anymore.
This used to be fun.

Now it's boring.
The same thing day after day.
I escape to walk empty halls, getting questioned by adults.
I don’t have a pass, such a waste of paper.
I’m older now, shouldn’t there be more trust?
Grudgingly I walk back to class,
another ten minutes of boredom.

When the bell rings, the only sound heard was children gathering their
supplies and crying out gleefully as they regain their freedom.
Not me, taking my time I sit still and stare at the paper in front of me.
I can't leave till it’s finished, but I can't concentrate.
Two questions left, then eventually one.
A loud sigh of relief as I finish.
Now it’s my turn to flee.

I waste no time and run.
Adult voices echo down the halls urging me to slow down.
That’s not happening, there’s no stopping me now.
The sweet promise of freedom is too strong a  force.
Out the doors and into the fresh spring air,
where the birds sing and the squirrels run rampant.
My feet hitting soft grass with every step as I run free
Farther and farther away from my daytime prison.

When I arrive home I flop down on soft bedspread
Feeling ready for an eternal sleep.