Write a poem

Today instead of doing homework between classes, I pretended it was the day of my graduation from college, and I wrote this silly (and not very good) poem about school. It's called "Graduation Poem". Creative, right?

For as long as I can remember
the year has started in early September.
From young school days on the tire swings
to the college years, learning "grown-up" things,
we've counted our years academically.
The year didn't start in January.
We counted the months by how many of the nine
were left until it was summertime.
Weeks were numbered by how many it would take
until it was finally time for spring break.
Days dragged on til the last bell would ring.
We worshiped that bell like a king.
Hours were counted one through eight
(well, one for each class period, at any rate).
But now college is through, and so I fear
it's time to learn the real length of a year.
No more summers wandering free,
those three months of bliss are history.
We'll never again get a month off for Christmas.
Man, I am really going to miss this.
We'll work 9 to 5 and have no fall break.
Maybe graduating college is a mistake.
But wait, what's this? There's a loop hole, you see,
for I've decided teaching is the career for me!