Six Word Memoirs about School

Any class is better than math.

Where did the big cookies go?

Um… what did I just eat?

Just let me go to sleep.

Walking the halls is a mess.

At least I’m not a Freshman.

Thank god I’m almost outta here.

At PM, but not a farmer.

Nothing can beat when it’s 2:45.

No, I don’t want to read.

Yea… homework really should be banned.

I can’t believe it’s only Monday.

Early dismissals are always a gift.

In service days are as well.

Jeffery Himes is a school legend.

I only want a good GPA.

Why do we start at 7:40?

Some teachers can be really cool.

Unfortunately, not every teacher is cool.

I could be doing something better.

Stuck in here for 7 hours.

I mean… school isn’t that bad.


Never to Be

My reality is a full world without meaning,

Convoluted as a feeling most demeaning;

Darkness dwells inside of me,

Overflowing with crippling fear only I, can see.


Incinerating my love for you,

Betrayed and broken into pieces no one can fix.

Giving into the remorse which possesses my soul,

Slowly, dying, as an insufferable virtue.


Befallen, the mentality I devised,

Naturally, the epitome of your desires

Are what I despise, seeing through every last lie;

How could you blame me, in any such way?

Maybe you misinterpreted the evident

Hundreds of Thousands of Words that I say?!


Candidly, my absent mind floats over your intelligence;

The disappointment, concealed in a drought of disarray,

Cannot compare to the torment leaving me astray.

I was truly meant to die, even if the body’s still alive.


Demoralized into a reclamation of song,

I am forced to continue on,

Enriched paths are divided, misleading,

This elicit predicament is condoned

Into a world fully, supposedly, composed to relieve, and yet;

You’ve fallen into darkness your mind owns.


The evolutionary truth has been unveiled,

Revealing a moral that I have failed.

Nothing I could ever do will prevail.


Forever; your hatred have always been verisimilitude,

Your weakness is your own ineptitude.

The absence I yield, molded into an indescribable bane,

Cannot prove the extremities of disdain;

The presence of inexplicable deficiency,

Blends within your integrity.

Into the misapprehension you call, meaning.


And I,

The similar complexity of imperfection–

Disregarded by the likes of you.

Failing to see, what you stand for is far less

Than what I could ever believe.


My mentality is a full world of parasitic anomalies,

Undermined of breathing,

Darkness dwells within my dreams,

Never expressing, the ineffable sentiment, that is me, and so;

I truly,

Was never Meant To Be.


Dear Penn Manor

Dear Penn Manor,

       Through all of the assembly’s,

       and learning how to read,

       to having my first real relationship

       you were there.

       You helped me when I needed help.

       You gave me hockey.

       I can never repay you for what you have done for me.

       But now I have to go out to the world,

       and make something of myself like you taught me.

       This is not goodbye forever.

       I will come back.

       You just need to know how much you taught me,

       and helped me,

       and watched me grow.

       Kayla Saylor

Dear Penn Manor

Dear Penn Manor,

Thank you for teaching me so many things. Thank you for educating me, and teaching me how to be a better person. Thank you for introducing me to new people and friends. I have made some of my best friends at Penn Manor. I have also had some great teachers throughout the years who have taught me good life lessons. I have made many friends playing the sport I love here. Thank you for having a great softball program where I can see my friends every spring. The softball program here has become a big family, and I am forever grateful for that. Thank you for a great childhood with so many memories.
                                                                                 Sydney Duplissey

School Lyric

School should be a place of learning

Not a place of yearning

When I walk in, there should be a welcome of happy faces

Not a view of soldiers with briefcases

I shouldn’t be forced to teach some fish head

Or be threatened by protestors that wear t-shirts that are red

I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover

But when they have faces like that it’s hard not to hover

I think I may have feelings for him

And if they find out I’ll have a torn off limb

If only everyone were accepting

I wouldn’t have this problem with people intercepting

I have this strange feeling for this beast that nobody likes

But in the end I don’t care about all the hype

Hayley Way

Leaving Penn Manor

Dear Penn Manor,

         It has been a long haul, but now it is time for me to call it quits. You gave me lots of good memories and I thank you for that. I wish I could keep going, but my age says otherwise. Maybe we can meet up again in the end for one last time.                                                                                                                      With Love,                                                                                                                                    Andrew Eshleman

Math, Math, Math

On average an American student will spend 40 hours a week with their teachers.

Mathematics is the most stressed subject in schools.

Why are we not teaching them the most important lessons they need in life.

Instead we are teaching them to;

Memorize information,

Apply that information to a standardized test,

Forget that information to make room for new information,


Except here’s what I have found-

Mathematics are not going to help me become a better person.

Mathematics are not going to help me make friends.

Mathematics are not going to teach me that I am worthy of my own love.

Mathematics are not going to teach me that I need to be kind to everyone.

Mathematics are not going to teach me that I should take care of my body because it is the only one I will ever have.

Mathematics are not a life lesson.

Sure I can use mathematics on a daily basis.

But mathematics are not the core of the mind.

I do not calculate the average of how much time it will take me to make friends with the new kid.

I do not calculate the time it will take for my once best friend to turn on me and hurt me.

You will take basic math.

Adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing.

You will take algebra.

Pre algebra, level 1 algebra, level 2 algebra.

You will take geometry, trigonometry, precalculus, calculus, statistics.

You will be encouraged to go even further into mathematics.

But you won’t be taught that self respect is vital to your own happiness.

You won’t be taught that respecting others will in turn earn yourself respect.

You won’t be taught that friends are sometimes temporary.

You won’t be taught that not everything is going to work out in the end.

You won’t be taught that there is always hope.

You won’t be taught that it is not okay to harm yourself.

You won’t be taught that trusting someone could save your life.

You won’t be taught that standing up for others could save a life.

You will be left to learn these on your own.

The adults you spend 40 hours a week with for 12 years of your life.

Drill in information into you that you most likely won’t use in 2 years.

Some of us make it.

Some of us don’t.

— A.P


The worst month

but also the best

the countdown starts

til we’re free from this mess

The birds are chirping

sunlight beams through the windows

The day is just about over

As now the warm breeze blows

Its 2:35

the days about done

Can’t wait to go outside

and have some fun

The bell has rung

voices fill the halls

only 19 more days

until summer falls

Words of Wisdom

So much time has passed since our first days of school. It’s freaky to think that in one year, one very short year, we all will be preparing for the rest of our lives. Whether it’s college, the military, or straight to the workforce, you are all but on your own. Let that sink in for a moment… you will no longer be able to rely on your parents, no longer have the all the freedoms that you once had as a kid…. scary isn’t it? But, we are not the first, and certainly will not be the last. The feeling of loneliness will pass, and we all will make it through this apparent hard time.