Ode to 3:10 P.M. 111/03/07

Oh I rush through the hallways of a tireing,hot,and sweaty high school day.

People bumping each other,and trampling every thing in their way.

Passing the restrooms EW! and GROSS! what a dreadful smell,everyone is glad to leave this prisonous cell.

Oh 3:10 P.M. it seems so slow,but yet so fast.

It is now 3:15 P.M. everyone is quickly getting home.

I love 3:19 P.M. but if sooner,I wished it was earlier...

O WELL, I GUESS