High school is like a sunflower

It points me towards the light

It is my source of power

and it fills me with delight

I used to think in middle school

that all I knew was right

but when I came to high school

I found out I just might

escape into the sky,

and fly up like a kite

an absolutely academic ally

raised me to new heights

taught me how to think and read

and how to properly write

I can’t wait till 22 years have fled

because then we’ll reuninte!

yay!

I added 4 lines so you could edit it without having to write more. I thought the ‘school is a jail’ metaphor was too obvious, so I took a more sarcastic and hardcore approach.

My high school is similar to a noun.

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My family lives inside a medicine chest:

Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and powerful

but not always effective in a crisis.

Mom is the middle-size tweezer,

which picks and pokes and pinches.

David is the single small aspirin on the third shelf,

sometimes ignored.

Muffin, the sheep dog, is a round cotton ball, stained and dirty,

that pops off the shelf and bounces in my way as I open the door.

And I am the wood and glue which hold us all together with my love.

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High school is a computer. The teachers are the computer programmers while the students are the software that is being programmed that store the information given by the teachers.

Man, I miss high school.

High school is like a used car dealership. (everyone does NOT WANT to be there)

It can get old and moldy, but it can be rather delicious at the same time.

At first is sucks like hell, but when the baby is born you’ll notice it was all worth it in the end.