The Learning Curve
In the classroom chaos, where daydreams collide,
We’re navigating subjects, with hope as our guide.
Math is a puzzle, a riddle to crack,
While English is a playground where words bounce back.
History’s a mixtape of legends and lore,
With tales of brave hearts that we can’t help but adore.
Science is a magic show, bubbling with glee,
Turning the mundane into pure mystery.
In the cafeteria, laughter fills the air,
As friends gather ’round, with secrets to share.
Lunch isn’t just eating; it’s gossip and cheer,
As we talk more than munch, and our worries disappear.
We race through the hallways, a stampede of youth,
With backpacks like boulders and dreams like a sleuth.
The bell rings like thunder, a warning, a call,
“Time waits for no one; we’ve got to stand tall!”
But amid the chaos, we find hidden gems,
A friend’s knowing glance or a teacher’s warm hems.
In every equation and every debate,
We’re crafting our futures; it’s never too late.
So here’s to the moments that make us who we are,
The late-night study sessions, the dreams that we spar.
Each mistake is a lesson, each triumph, a cheer,
In the school of hard knocks, we’re learning each year.
As we pen our own stories, let’s embrace every curve,
For life’s not a straight line; it’s a rollercoaster swerve.
With laughter as fuel and curiosity as guide,
We’ll navigate this journey, with knowledge our pride.
So let’s raise our pencils, our voices, our dreams,
For in the grand tapestry, we’re more than we seem.
In the book of our lives, we’re the authors and stars,
Writing chapters of courage, weaving tales from our scars.
By: Shaanvi Karri
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