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Rusing to our old stink lockers getting all stuff for then...
The fun begins,Having Mr.Dorotheo for my grade 7 teacher
is like coming first in a race.
My core class is fun,exicting and full of ideas
Mr.Dorotheo giving us free periods when we deserve it.
so first math comes in our core
learning new stuff everyday
How mr.dorotheo teaches it’s the best ever!!
Using his cards can sometimes be fun and sometimes frustrating
Because you dont know whos name is going to come out
Our class is loud
But we are proud
So core can never give me a bore
Then we learn more and more stuff
by the time that happenes
Grade 7 will be finished
But i don’t want that to happen
Because my core class was always making me happy and energetic
and Mr.Dorotheo always giving me a simle on my face
Wouldn’t It be Great If .......
The boys of the school were all my slaves
The girls had no homework
the boys everyday
The girls were the gangsters
the boys were the geeks
They would pay us with gold every day of the week
The girls rule the school
the boys would just drule
I rule the school board
but i’m not really crule.
funny poem
school is fun
cause its full of guns
students play
and then go to ebay
hey r.t nice poem.. maybe u can add some other thoughts about school or anything else
i knoe dis iznt gud at all but it all i culd tink of...
TEACHERS
teachers are evil, teachers are mean
theyre also very green
theyre nevr neat
nd they alwayz cheat
theyre ugly theyre dumb
thyre horible at drums
there just lyke sum1 yuh nd me knoe
he loves to play wid dought nd hez so slow
GUESS HU IT IZ...
ITZ MR DOROTHO!!!!!
sry mr dorotheo i dunt mean it(MABYE):P
Cafeteria
It’s as dirty as can be filled with mosquitoes and bees
It’s kayos inside
There’s no difference outside
It’s crowded with kids
On food, they place bids
They force us outside
Even when storms collide
What are we to do
We can’t even sue
The teachers of
This horrible school
MA: Sounds great, just watch your spelling
RT: aka birthday girl, it would be a nice change for the girls and guys to change roles
MSK: short and and out of place
AM: lots of changes needed (just joking...maybe) why are teachers green? explain why you feel this way
WM: not a bad start, some good images just stick to your theme (lunchtime?) and I think the word you're looking for is "chaos"
Keep them coming!
Lockers
Lockers are small
Lockers are tall
They look really ugly,
And they're really nothing but smelly,
So never get a locker in New Delhi.
(poem isn't so good)
howz dis mr.dorotheo
TEACHERS
Teachers are evil; teachers are mean
They’re also very green
They’re green from outer space
And they always break a big vase
They’re ugly they’re dumb
They’re horrible at drums
They’re never neat
And they always cheat
They do not know how to teach
So, we children always go down to the beach
They haven’t learned their manners yet,
But they also never pay their debt
So, do not mess with teachers
Because their ugly creatures
They’re just like someone you and me know
He loves to play with dough, and also very slow
GUESS WHO IT IS???
IT’S MR.DOROTHEO!!!!!
itz all i culd tink of
here'z a poeme i found
This Morning is Our History Test
This morning is our history test.
I've pinned my notes inside my vest.
Inside my coat I wrote my notes,
including dates and famous quotes.
I've written more upon my hand
that only I can understand,
and in my socks and sleeves I stowed
my scribbled notes in secret code.
I've written down so many names
of winners of Olympic games,
of buildings, people, places too,
from Tennessee to Timbuktu.
I even copied down a piece
on ancient Rome and ancient Greece,
plus everything from Shakespeare's plays
to who invented mayonnaise.
I came to school so well prepared.
I wasn't nervous, wasn't scared.
But here it is, the history test.
I look inside my coat and vest
to get the dates and famous quotes
and find I cannot read my notes.
So much for Shakespeare, Greece and Rome.
I left my glasses back at home.
--Kenn Nesbitt
nother poememe
My Book Report is Due Today
My book report is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.
I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.
I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.
I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.
I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.
It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Calculator, Calculator
Calculator, calculator,
help me with my math.
Help me do my homework
or I'll feel the teacher's wrath.
Calculator, calculator,
add these numbers quick.
Truly you're a wizard
with this tough arithmetic.
Calculator, calculator,
multiply, divide.
Decimals, percentages;
you solve them all with pride.
Calculator, calculator,
don't be such a jerk.
Thank you for the answers
but you have to show your work.
--Kenn Nesbitt
i kind of lyke dis wun
improved poem
i wake up everyday
i don't wanna go i say
i have to go to school
getting dressed so cool
first i have rodary
so much books to carry
it's time for lunch
i have nothing but friut punch
now we have core
already i am bored
my homework is not done
but still school is fun
need some help with my poem
It is a cold early morning
Time to get up for school
I am not even outside yet
And it already feels cool
I am eating my breakfast
But it tastes crummy
Because my mouth feels funny
Knowing that I am a fool
I arrive to school
OOH GREAT!!! I am late
When I come to my class
My teacher says to take out our books for math
I say rats!
the poem i found
Our school is a place
That we enter with cheer
Things to see, do and learn
You can find it all here.
The teacher’s the one
Who will help you achieve
The future is yours
It’s up to you to believe.
Our school is a place
In which we take pride
You’ll notice the accomplishments
As you step inside.
The children are eager
And willing to learn
To reach their potential
Is our main concern.
You can attend school
Without any fear
A tragedy like Columbine
Does not occur here.
To bully and tease
Are not things that we do
How would you feel
If someone did that to you.
Many dreams and adventures
Are waiting for you
Just swing the doors open
And come on in to our school.
Miscouche's Poet Laureate:
Geraldine Arsenault
Sept.11/03
WHAT BUGS ME...
When I have to go to my locker and people get rushed
When I try going through ,but I get crushed
When I have to take my stuff and they get lost
When I try finding them my eyes get crossed
When I try fitting in my books ,but ny lockers too small
When I finally put my books in ,but they start to fall! :c
Poem I got from the NET
SCHOOL REPORT
Could do better
Isn’t bothered
Doesn’t even try
Disrupts the class
Is always last
Makes other children cry
What have you got to say for yourself?
You’re bad
You’re mad
And you’re rude.
Wow! Thanks Mum.
That’s brilliant.
I told you I’d improve.
I got this from the net
Do not oversleep and miss the school bus-
you'll be late.
That's a habit teachers generally
don't appreciate.
Never tell your friends at school
that you still wet your bed.
They are sure to tease you,
and you'll wish that you were dead.
Never call your teacher a name
when she's not near you.
Teachers' ears are excellent,
so they can always hear you.
Do not read a textbook when your hands
aren't clean-it's tricky
to separate the pages when the pages
get real sticky.
When you go out for a team
it's always wise to practice.
When you are a substitute,
the bench can feel like cactus.
Do not copy homework from a friend
who is a dummy.
If you do, I'm sure that you
will get a grade that's crummy.
And if your report card's bad,
don't blame it on your buddy.
Kiss up to your parents quick,
or they might make you study.
gud poeme r.t itz really great nd if dat wuz true skool wuld be da best!!!!!:P
gud pome evry wun
itz really great pple
I wish RT
next period we have core
its a time to sleep and snore
math is fun and interesting when you understand
but right when you get it he starts another strand
spelling words is hard and brutal
my effort in history is futile
my teacher takes out to DPA
its a time to exercise and play
core is about 2 hours long
and all my answers are wrong
my teacher tells me to pay attention
but my head is filled with a lot of tension
the homework on the board increases
now my head is shattered into pieces
its time for a pop quiz
doesn't anybody know that i aint a wiz
i am waiting for the bell to ring
so that i can run out of class with a fling
to r.t.
your poem is sorta mean!!!
r.t... ur poem is perfectyl fine AND DATZ HOW SKOOL SHULD B!!!!!!:D
there was a pig
growing big
he's very yucky
and all mucky
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