Michael Bianchi- School Day Afternoon

Michael Bianchi: School Day Afternoon

　

I arrive at the front of the school,

Our bus is late as always,

When we see the bus pull up to us we all exclaim "finally,"

The teachers say "Don’t run or push,"

and we make our way onto the bus,

I take my seat and put my bag beside me,

As I begin to feel tired I remember the first day of school,

The first day of school what a dreadful day the day I fell asleep on the bus,

I doesn’t seem bad but I didn’t awake and missed my stop completely,

I keep myself awake and look out the window,

Before I know we leave st. Johns and we’re on our way to my stop,

I see City Hall and then my old home,

And then the bus is on Cumberland,

It pulls into the driveway and I grab all my things,

I get off the bus and start to walk,

I usually take the shortest way,

I reach my house and unlock the door,

Now I’m back from a long day of work,

I decide to go take a rest.

Michael Harris: School Day Afternoon

MICHAEL HARRIS: School Day Afternoon

I run to jump on the bus,
the bus starts up and we’re in a rush,
the bus comes to a stop,
as soon as I can I jump off with a hop,
I scurry home like a mouse,
I’m in a hurry to get to my house,
I chat with my neighbours and say goodbye,
I continue to sprint as I pass by,
all of the people on which I rely,
I’m out of breath as I get in my house,
I run and I jump and lie on the couch,
I play on the Xbox and im winning,
I played for too long and my head is spinning,
I now feel better so I go out to play,
and that’s the end of my afterschool day.

Taylor Wilson School Day Afternoon

Taylor Wilson School Day Afternoon　
I get on bus 545,
Its 3:15, yah that’s the time,
Its the second stop my time to leave,
It’s a small walk home I get there with ease,
I arrive at my house a minute later,
To my needs I must cater,
I sit down and play with my dog,
Outside the streets filled with fog,
I then watch T.V for half an hour,
I have a drink it tastes rather sour,
I go outside and play for a while,
I come inside and see cold tiles,
Its time for homework, which is not fun, I know I really shouldn’t run, It’s time for dinner, an unlikely dish, Sadly something I don’t like fish,

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I climb the steps of the yellow school bus,
move to a seat in back, and we're off,
bouncing along the bumpy blacktop.
What am I going to do when I get home?
I'm going to make myself a sugar sandwich
and go outdoors and look at the birds
and the gigantic blue silo
they put up across the road at Motts'.
This weekend we're going to the farm show.
I like roosters and pigs, but farming's no fun.
When I get old enough to do something big,
I'd like to grow orange trees in a greenhouse.
Or maybe I'll drive a school bus
and yell at the kids when I feel mad:
"Shut up back there, you hear me?"
At last, my house, and I grab my science book
and hurry down the steps into the sun.
There's Mr. Mott, staring at his tractor.
He's wearing his DeKalb cap
with the crazy winged ear of corn on it.
He wouldn't wave over here to me
if I was handing out hundred dollar bills.
I'll put brown sugar on my bread this time,
then go lie around by the water pump,
where the grass is very green and soft,
soft as the body of a red-winged blackbird.
Imagine, a blue silo to stare at,
and Mother not coming home till dark!

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Getting Dressed for School

by Kenn Nesbitt

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I must have been too sleepy
getting dressed for school today.
I tried to tuck my shirt in,
but I couldn’t make it stay.

I also couldn’t tie my shoes.
I fumbled with the laces.
I snagged my scarf, and now some yarn
is dangling from my braces.

My socks are different colors,
and my pants are inside out.
My sweater from the hamper left me
smelling like a trout.

I thought I put a hat on
to control my crazy hair.
The hat turned out to be a pair
of purple underwear.

I spilled my breakfast on my clothes
and headed into school.
My friends, of course, were all impressed.
I’d never looked so cool.

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