I started school today. err. It didn't go by real fast nore real slow. Excpt 6th hour cause we got done with the four pages out of the hand book fast. I feel asleep. Well not completly I was aware of what was going on around me. We hand nothing to do. Heck in my 7th hour class were not even starting to do work untill Monday. Here is a poem I wrote in second hour. I started off just practsing my hand writing & this is what it turned into. Don't want to ride the school bus. Too long of a ride. Too loud, too many kids. I'm too old and there are too many memories there. Some are bad and some are sad. Some are sad cause they used to make me glad. That bus is like an old friend. With the good and the bad. Even though I don't want to ride the bus. Cause it's too long of a ride. Too loud with way too many kids. by jessica(stupidgurlbb)