I was sifting through my old journals when I found a poem I had written in grade six. I wrote it when I was extremely fed up about going to school. Right now, it seems funny. I hope and I suppose you will enjoy it:
When I was young I remember so clear,
I went to school but not out of fear.
But out of hope of the weekend to come:
Just five days left,
then four than three,
two, one , then none!!