Miki

January Fifth Two-Thousand and Fifteen

I decided to write a beautiful poem about school. I hope it makes you laugh a little. Or at least smile.
Why? Just why do I have to be here? Entrapped by the bricks. Like prison. On a mission. Constantly trying to get away. Nevertheless, I have to stay. Coming back every day. Only making me want to lay. Sleep. Meep. Beep mother fuckers your in my way! People in the halls. Walls to walls. Fuck. Duck. Muck is my brain through the day. Just don't make me stay.
Please.

So today I cried. I never think of myself as someone who is less fortunate than anyone else because I'm always finding ways to help people that are less fortunate than I am. I love helping people more than almost anything in the world. We have two cars in our driveway that don't work. Our house is really old and could use many many repairs. It was just Christmas, so all of our funds are depleted so we can't fix our good car and give back the one that we are borrowing. I have an amazing friend named Liz. For Christmas this year, she got money from her Aunt like usual. However, this year she got more money. This extra money came with some guide lines. Fifty dollars each of the sisters money had to go to someone that needed it and would be overwhelmed with happiness when they received it. After a girl scout meeting that I went to, Liz, her sister, and her mom were knocking on our door. At first I thought that maybe we forgot something. Then they started explaining their Christmas money to us. It took us a while, but soon enough we realized that they wanted to give us their money so we could get our car fixed. "Carpooling is fine to some extent" said Liz. I was truly overwhelmed with happiness. Now we can have a car again and we don't have to keep borrowing other people's cars or carpooling. I can honestly say that this is one of the nicest things that has happened to me in a very long time. I don't think they honestly know how much this means to me and my family. The fact that she thought of me makes my heart so full. It may sound mushy, but you won't understand until it happens to you.