The icy blast of winter air served as a wake-up call,
Winter\u2019s fury persisted even as the sun gave its all,
The fields resembled a Siberian wasteland, the grass and trees similarly frosted,
People young and old began their day layered from top to bottom,
The cold was miserable, but I didn\u2019t mind,
This day had finally arrived, been impatiently waiting for some time,
It\u2019s the last school day before the two-week winter break,
Students and staff united in good cheer, we\u2019d all longed for this date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soon it was lunctime, the day\u2019s almost over,
Just two more classes afterwards before we ride off into the desert,
Some teacher left a classroom unlocked, did someone spike their water!?
An empty classroom full of rowdy teenagers, could be a recipe for disaster,
One of the oldest, too, on campus, rather cramped with a faded teal carpet,
White walls, slightly scuffed, the air stale and probably polluted,
Fooling about in here between classes would be on par with crossing No Man\u2019s Land,
Levels below vandalizing the school, but still the punishment would be rad,
Add to that a stereo and a CD full of rap tunes and you have yourself a party,
We turned the volume way up, it was time to go crazy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wanted no parts of this shit, but my buddies were all-in, I\u2019d ceased to be neutral, the energy\u2019s contagious, the whole scene was just ridiculous, The icy blast of winter air served as a wake-up call,Winter\u2019s fury persisted even as the sun gave its all,The fields resembled a Siberian wasteland, the grass and trees similarly frosted,People young and old began their day layered from top to bottom,The cold was miserable, but I didn\u2019t mind,This day had finally arrived, been impatiently … <\/p>\n
It was the last day of school for two weeks, might as well join in,
Sat in the corner of the room as those fools went on a rampage,
It was the year 2000, wrestling and breaking was all the rage,
Wrestling was up first, practically everyone jumped in,
It was like a royal rumble, or whatever they called it back then,
Heavy metal blasted from the speakers as those chumps recreated moves from TV,
They were smart enough not to jump off tables, let alone use them as weapons, the consequences would\u2019ve been nasty,
Channeled their inner Stone-Cold and Dwayne Johnson, before he became an actor,
A few accidental punches and slaps but no one was injured,
The \u2018crowd\u2019 went wild, egging on those wannabe alpha males,
Like a scene from Gladiator, <\/em>but this crowd was surely entertained,
Someone changed the music, it was time for break-dancing, spilled out into the hallway,
That little classroom was quite short on space.
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Excitement over the pending school break sent the student body delirious,
Coupled by raging hormones and soaring egoes the dancers put on quite a show,
Handstands, steps, tricks, spins and then some, others were unsuccessful with headspins but it was all fun,
We caused quite a racket, surprisingly no one dared to complain about it,
With the stereo on full blast the party went on unabated,
Looked like a scene from Saved By The Bell <\/em>or maybe a street party in Compton,
Or perhaps in an abandoned building in the rough side of Brooklyn,
We felt like outlaws having a good time but then reality came calling,
The damn bell rang, lunchtime\u2019s over, time to get packing,
Headed back to that classroom, arranged the furniture back in order before bolting, it\u2019s like there was nobody there,
Looks like we got away with murder, that was one lunch break to remember.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"