Grad Song

INTRO

Tuesday, Nov. 14

7:00am, brushing my teeth

From downstairs I hear my dad calling

“Hey, Irene. You awake?”

Little does he know,

I’m awake.

Yeah, it’s a Tuesday. It’s a school day.

Walking to school

Backpack half full of food

Do I have books? Only two

And so it begins that we start a new day

Grade 8 in our path we press on anyway

Cause there’s places to be

and essays to slay

At school

No body thinks that we’re cool.

VERSE 1

First class of the day

Wait block flip? It didn’t say

This hasn’t happened since grade 8

They say the grad hall is so great

With tv sets fun theme days

But it’s too crowded, now I’ll be late

I forgot I had a test

For most the questions I just guessed

Whatever, mom. I tried my best.

CHORUS

‘Cause there are 43 weeks that we spend at school

But have you ever thought what they meant to you

I bet you haven’t

But you probably should.

VERSE 2

Now it’s lunch, time to roll

Off to clubs here we go

My social life it’s out of control

It gets better when I get home

Doing my homework all alone

Can’t be bothered I’m in the zone

Go to sleep at half past one

Stay up late to watch reruns

Rise up early with the sun

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Although our school is really pretty awesome

We all have experienced some hashtag byng problems

Like have you noticed all the prices in the caf exploded

We’re teens not queens. Do they think we’re loaded?

Yeah we’re broke, we’re pretty poor

But we brush it off and walk through the door

To byng reach

Where it seems I wasn’t teached

In history

‘Cause Mario was too busy saving Peach

What’s with the thermostat?

I’m super cold all day

But then I walk into CIV

And the heat has gone way up

Down, up, down, is usually how my day goes

Walking to the different floors is really quite painful

My thighs are burning, marching up the stairs

They told me to take PE but I just took a spare

Yeah that’s right I did take that spare

Back in grade nine I remember them saying

There were boys in the quad rapping, word playing

I wanted to join them but I knew they couldn’t handle

My mean street slang since all they do is ramble.

But in all seriousness we were just kidding

We don’t throw down harsh insults that would be bullying

And we’re not bullies we’re pretty cool friends

If you want to hang with us, then I guess it depends.

Like do you even know our names?

CHORUS