A test was made

I was up all night.

I missed the game

And even missed the fight.

Pass it out

Each kid gets one.

Just stop bitching,

I know it isn't fun.

Do you think I like

To grade your mistakes?

Just leave me alone.

Just give me a break.

If only you could read

The mind of a teach.

Their song is so different

Than that they preach.

Looking at outfits

Uglier than your dads.

That is so eighties

Let it remain a fade.

That smell you blame

On the guy to your left.

You should be in jail

For robbery and theft.

So back off bud

Your grade is in my hands.

Piss me off again

And it's off to detention land.

This one was dated. She wrote it while in high school. I think it kind of shows that Nichole had a sense of humor about her teachers. I know they loved her, several of them were kind enough to come to her funeral.

It was nice to read a poem of hers that she probably wrote with a smile on her face. If this poem of hers brought a smile to your face, or made you think about your school days, please vote.