Period Piece

My simplest time looked like sixth period

shuffling along with no enthusiasm

Our pleated skirts had seen better days

our braids swayed after us 
in a defiant trail

Heads tipped in raucous laughter

Though I couldn't recall the joke

It was everything, I suppose...

A dry cheese sandwich split four ways 
after a long day is still 

the best thing I've ever tasted

I do not think the sun shone upon us brighter then

Nor the load we carried 
were any lighter

It was just Tuesday

We thought it would never end

And tomorrow, we'd start all over again