Classes come and classes go 

But the thing i would really like to know

Do my teachers and councilors care 

Or are they there to be there?

Problems arise and I try to tell 

But for teacher the time is never well

Lunch approaches and we're all getting antsy

And next store people are laughing at the kid who wet her panties

Teacher giggles and claps her hands

"Go clean up, freak," she demands

It's time to eat and our tummies feel light

In the south cafe the jocks and geeks begin a fight

People gather 'round to cheer and scream

While I stare at them all and figure it's a horrible dream

Next thing I know the paramedics come 

They mutter about work and how these kids are too dumb

All these issues in just one day

And I'm left with nothing more to say 

Only relieved that tommorrow is Saturday