Ode To 8C

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 surely,

Quietly, but unfairly; 

Like the bell ringing too soon 

After the best period of the day.

They'll sort us, 

Try to organise the unorganisable, 

But the torn inside jokes 

And chaos 

Will always be remembered.

We started out, feeling like we didn't belong, 

And now we finish, holding the worst title 

But the best memories.

I guess every classroom

Has to silence itself one day.

And honestly, I'll miss it. 

The scoldings 

The comments 

The laughter 

The interruptions I pretended to hate.

Because 8 C wasn't just a class.

It's absolute cinema.

Thank you so much, 

For everything you are.

For bringing a smile 

To even the saddest faces

To lightening the mood, whenever it tightens.

For being the worst class,

With the worst, and the best timing 

And giving me, giving _us_ ,

The best time of our lives.

              --- Shriyandhaa