As I sit in class,

Looking at the clock

As I tune out the teacher,  
The math,  
The english,  
The science, 

I think.



When I sit at home, 

In my desk,  
Pondering over math,  
Writing the essay due tomorrow,  
Reading a textbook, 

I wonder.



When I graduate, 

When I'm on that stage with everyone else,  
Tossing the cap, 

I smile.



This is what education is. 

Not the hours you put into getting good grades,  
Not the awards you get for a high GPA or perfect attendance,  
But for the enlightment,  
The wonder,  
The knowledge,  
The how-to, 

That comes with it.



This is truly what education is.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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