My Class

by Samantha Summertime aged 13

My class is cool,
my class is weird,
my class mood changes like a shoe addict changes their shoes.
My class mood changes like the wind direction
sometimes lashing the rocky coast,
whipping up the waves into a frenzy
then just like that
still, calm, controlled, predictable
relaxed, tranquil, peace-filled
sensible, respectful, responsible and likeable
then with all the fury of a stirred up bee
whips into anger, frustration and hassles all of those around them
My class is unpredictable but never beige
never dull
never boring
I wouldn’t be with out them

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