My Freaky Class (Not Poem) Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)

When I'm talking about my class, I usually don't know where to begin...and where to end. So let me just type in what I scribbled for my English exam when we were asked to write an essay describing our classroom. Mind you, it's really boring and stupid, because if I had written it in a 'fun' and 'enjoyable' way, the teacher would have flunked me and said, 'What fun! ' So anyways, here I am sitting in front of my darling computer holding my English paper in my left hand (by the way, I got 24 out of 25 on it) . Here goes:
Like all the other classrooms in the school, my class has red tiles and the walls are painted a shade of mint green (Yeah, we gotta give a description of how the class looks.: P) . The first thing you are bound to notice is the deafening noise emitted from the classroom which carries all the way to the Principal's office. What's even more interesting to note is the fact that our Principal always seems to know that those unearthly sounds produced are from our class.7-B. Famous for loud talkers and moon walkers (our class loves MJ) . Renowned for dirty shoes and tongues set loose (you can expect these bracketed comments every now and then! Just to annoy you) . Our walls have a beautiful pattern of brown footprints which makes it look like pista-flavored ice-cream with chocolate chips (I don't like this sentence. Maybe I should remove it) . Unfortunately, it seems none of our teachers favor that flavor as they strongly disapprove of our walls (I don't like this either) . We also have a Smart Class screen which is used so rarely, it has become of more use to all kinds of creepy crawlies than to us (This is true- there was a lizard in the smart class on the first day of school, it's still there) . The desks are covered in the tiny white scrawl of our seniors writing cool slogans and advice to cope with teachers with a whitener. The cupboard is another insect haven and most of our window shutters are missing. Our teachers say we compel them into screaming themselves hoarse, but we disagree. It's not like we told them to scream like hooligans (my teacher cut half mark here. I wonder why!) . We are just a bunch of innocent kids willing to learn. Well, not so innocent! We have a brilliant crime record- we played football inside the classroom, our recesses have been cancelled countless times, our batch was the only one that didn't go for excursion this year and our Principal is a daily visitor to our classroom. Despite being such a 'legendary' class, I wonder why teachers hate coming there.: P