Bored at School

I'm sitting at school
Bored as ever
Nothing to do
When will the day end it seems like never
I'm in fourth hour
Still nothing to do
My mood is changing from sweet to sour
I sit here writing, waiting, and listening
as the snow outside is beautifully glistening
This poem isn't as good as I wanted
but I'm so bored and my mind his haunted
by the school bell which will never ring
The next thing I here is ding, ding
Finally, finally I'm out of that place
I run through the doors with a huge smile on my face