Shriyandhaa's space

We earnt a title - the worst,  And... I guess it's fair?  We talk too loud, We laugh at the wrong time, For the wrong things, Making teachers sigh  Like it's a full-time job. But we always manage to  Trick them into smiling  At the end.  It started out awkward, With many feuds opening up. Now it's about to end, As the worst... Yet one of my best Years, With the best friends, and best people. We move on,  As masters of serious nonsense, Ugly comments that shouldn't be funny.  But are. Every. Single. Time. It's chaos, But it's _our_ chaos. And that's what makes it special. A classroom that feels  Like a badly directed movie - No script, no rules, no precise roles But something I still love. We should probably despise who we are,  But apart from the serious misbehavior, A little mischief always makes Everything better. I said I hated 6 C. I swore I'd outgrow it. But now... I've grown on it. Now, the ending's creeping in -  Slowly, but ...

A jasmine flower I planted,  And beside it, a rose plant I grew And I waited for both to blossom -  Watching out for the first bloom.  The jasmine's new leaves began to peek;  But the rose stem remained, empty  and dry -  Oh, all that I did to get it to rise too -  But nothing that worked - it was ever shy. The jasmine plant grew taller,  But the rose stem remained; with no new heed -  I strived to get it to grow, spent all my time  But it didn't; despite flashes of sunlight and water tides.   The jasmine plant started budding,  But the rose stem remained; how much more time?  I dedicated my time to the introverted rose  I just couldn't put that plant aside. The jasmine flowers blossomed, with a beautiful scent  But the rose stem remained, despite my attempts; As I muttered about the stubborn plant, still I strived  To get the stem to grow - wanting so badly for it to thrive. Many days passed, and the rose s...