I didn't know I'd miss the strangers on my bus,
The buzz of the canteen, the friends that make up "us".
I didn't know I'd miss the wraps they sell at lunch
That melt away in your mouth; but have a satisfying "munch".
I didn't know I'd miss the jostle out of the classroom;
Year 7s would be more patient, most people would assume.
I didn't know I'd miss some of my favourite lessons,
For me, a lot of those were hour-long English sessions.
I didn't know I'd miss the "forbidden" sixth-form stairs,
Not really forbidden, because they're something the school shares.
I didn't know I'd miss the legs sticking out in the corridor,
Sometimes you'd think they were trying to knock you to the floor.
I didn't know I'd miss the disappointment of a bad test,
That moment when you know your score is worse than the rest.
I didn't know I'd miss the whole idea of school,
But now I look back, I think maybe it's quite cool...
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