Old School Days

We line up outside,
Waiting for break to end.
And all we are wondering,
Is if we can sit next to a freind.

A teacher comes walking down,
And glares us in the eye.
"Is he sound?" "Is he ours?"
Is what we all cry.

In we go and see the room,
A seating plan is on the board.
Most of us will be in bad places,
And some resort to praying to the Lord.

He teaches stuff we all know,
We learnt it all before.
We doodle in our maths books,
Because we want to know more.

Pencilcases filled to bursting,
And planners never filled in
This was our equipment,
And we had to treat it as our next of kin!