If school were cancelled forever,

There’d be no more stress.

I wouldn’t stare at my B+,

And will the pixels to change before my eyes

So they morph into an A.

I’d to go to sleep at 8 p.m.,

If I could,

Without homework,

Or projects,

Or forcing myself to dig through bland textbooks,

As exciting as dry cardboard.

There’d be no more deadlines,

Or speaking in front of the class,

Tripping over words,

And trying to take up as little space as possible.

I’d spend my days doing what I truly love,

Instead of facts and equations

That will soon be forgotten

When I step out of the classroom.

(Until the test, that is,

Where I will frantically review,

Only to forget it all afterwards.

Until the midterm, that is,

Where I will frantically study,

Only to forget it all afterwards.

Until the final, that is,

Where I will study like I’ve never before,

Only to forget it all afterwards.

Until next year when it comes up again.)

I wouldn’t have to sit alone at lunch,

Pressed against a corner where I hope no one can see me

(They do anyway).

I wouldn’t think everyone was laughing at me,

Making fun of me,

And I could sit at home and eat peacefully,

Never alone.

Because it’s not that I want school to be cancelled,

Although the stress is tremendous.

I just want someone to spend it with,

Someone to sit with and chat with,

And someone to call a friend.

Is that too much to ask?