school 3

The bell rings loud, it’s time to go,
The classroom waits, the lessons flow.
I grab my books, my pencil case,
With notebooks neat, I find my place.
The teacher stands with notes in hand,
The blackboard shows what’s planned.
I write my answers, solve each task,
In science, wear my safety mask.
The library’s calm, the shelves so high,
I search for books as hours fly.
The cafeteria fills with smells so sweet,
A tray of lunch, a place to eat.
The gymnasium’s loud, the whistle blows,
The sports field’s ready for what we chose.
In math, we count; in history, learn,
The wheels of knowledge always turn.
Tripsteps helps me step by step,
From essays long to concepts kept.
Each word I learn builds up my mind,
In every subject, treasures I find.
The art class bursts with paints and clay,
In music, notes take flight and play.
My schedule’s packed, the day’s complete,
In school, each challenge feels so sweet.