Another Day

Another day at school. Another day with poptarted teachers. Yet I enjoy it. I do not know why. But i Enjoy the feeling of switching classes The exhilration of of been at class on time and the detentions. But there are somedays where I hate it. I hate school all the teachers, but at the end of the day i want to go back. I want to see my friends, I want to see my teacher, I want to see my test grades. I know i can make another day of school. Another day of life. Another day of church. Just another day.