I am a crumpled paper
From the back of a three ring binder
Seemingly worthless, scribbles of cribnotes
Tossed away at the end of a school term
Secret messages from student to student
Plotting to stab the teacher's back
For making that homework due
Doodles of fantasies, improbable love
With him/her on the other side of the class
(At least, until next week)
Funny faces, drawings of airplanes
Flying off to anywhere but school.
And now school is over,
Graduates gone on to separate lives
Trashing their course notes,
And selling their textbooks
Keeping nothing but me
For I hold the greatest of schooling.
The memories.