A Summer School Love Poem

Class begins at 12:15, but we don't start till 12:20 at the earliest. This is how we do it in the summer.

We keep the blinds closed whether there's rain or sunshine, and we don't tell anyone the real reason we're here.

We use the bathroom
more often than we use our inside voices.

We forget our pencils, but we don't ever forget to bring our tacos and bean and cheese burritos -
it smells like Taco Bell in here all the time,
welcome to summer school.

We're assigned to share poems, but we don't go up.
We get second chances, then we don't show up.
We don't understand that we don't get second chances to grow up.
So hold up
That's why we yell YOLO in the hallways and ride skateboards to class.
This is summer school.

It's 90 degrees out there, but 60 degrees in here.
We are freezing.
And what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold.)
I can't hear you.
I said what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold.)
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright now ladies.

We're in here learning
while our friends are outside burning.

We don't have to be here.

We could've given up a long time ago, but we still here.

Those speed bumps in the parking lot aren't the only things in our way.
Our lives are under construction, under construction. In the middle of summer.
We apologize for the delay.

But thank you for your patience.

Traffic will be moving along smoothly again real soon.