The last one

The last year of high school,

Isn´t that so cool?

Three sixty-five to freedom,

Three hundred of boredom

And study and headaches;

Cramming, jamming and heartaches.

No peace, less silence;
Book piles and patience

Shall be your life.

Insanity shall be your partner,

Knowledge you goal,

Wishing your wit sharper

To reach the high pole.

Classmates and teachers,

Friends and preachers

Shall fill your hours

Driving you to use all powers

To prevent from strangling them.

Bring on the last one;

May it be the best one.

(to all the seniors out there)