I go to school with everything I can carry. I go to school carrying my math binder, ready to prepare myself to courageously conquer pre calculus. I go to school carrying my Chemistry text book, ready to practice the periodic table. I go to school carrying my Heath notes, ready to get the hang of heavily hefty history. I go to school carrying my reading journal, ready to lay down my lyrically literal literature.

I go to school carrying my eyes, ready to observe the obscenities orbiting outside. I go to school carrying my ears, ready to listen to the ludicrous laughter instead of learning. I go to school carrying my mouth, ready to explain every entity existing on earth. I go to school with my brain, ready to absorb all the abstract assets of appreciation.

I go to school carrying my intelligence, ready to decipher the differences between disorderly disciplines and dedicated devotions. I go to school carrying my pride, ready to risk representing regular rational with remarkable reasoning. I go to school carrying my logic, ready to think tremendous thoughts to turn the thoughtfulness to theoretical truths.

I carry myself to school, ready to wile the whole wide world, word by word.