Whenever my teacher says
'It's is in this room,'
It's actually not!
Here there everywhere
I'm running around school,
Asking classmates,
opening doors,
but I'm still lost.

and when I run back to my teacher,
I say:
OH MY ITS SO CONFUSING!

Which is my class,
what is S.L.,
do I have my books,
where do I go?

that happens with all my classes,
and even the classes I know.

there's such a big mess in the corridor,
saying where do I go?

and when you finally get to your classroom,
and when they 'suprisingly' say you're late,
you find out you forgot you're books,
and this is just a fate.

And that's how middle-school is!

It is the begining of a school year,
and it’s time to get sorted,
middle school is more of a jungle,
compared with what I thought before.

There’s so much things to be nervous about,
which one should I start?
maybe all the materials,
my teacher asked for art.

I don’t know where my classes are,
and I’m starting to mess up,
I take so much time to find the classroom,
that I think I would have time to dress up.

I have the:
Eiger building,
Mont Blanc building,
Picasso building,
Voiron building,
Oops, I forgot the Cervin and Saleve buildings!

I have geography lessons,
german lessons,
english lessons,
history lessons.

I have french lessons,
science lessons,
maths lessons,
VOCAB lessons.

I have drama lessons,
computer lessons,
reading lessons,
Art lessons.

Now you know how Middle school is,
but you still might think Middle school is exiting,
but I truly tell you,
And my friends all agree,
that middle school is a.....
MESS!

By Judit Duran

Discusting I say,
when I see that playground,
when I smell it even,
from far away.

Some of it is green,
some of it is brown,
but they don't really know,
it is discusting smashed up painted car wheel tire.

All my friends go there,
and that makes me sad,
my mum doesn't let me go there,
and that also makes me mad.

But I don't care anyways cause it's,
discusting, smelly, green and brown,
smashed up, painted, car wheel tire.

By Judit Duran calzada

Me and somebody else stand,
trying to make the students quiet,
and we have just discovered that,
being a class monitor is hard!

The students are so noisy,
so we give them a warning,
and somebody protests:
"the class monitors are too...

               STRICT!!!! "

By Judit Duran calzada