Confusion that lies everywhere

This is what a school is.

Big, long blackboards
Light, sturdy desks
You keep it neat,
But soon turns to mess

There are bright, colorful posters
That hangs all around
Ignored by most students, because
It never looks profound

Scattered, old books and
Cabins that are full of them
It's never used for good
Unless instructed

So many things linger the halls,
So there are so many distractions
But what can be less thrilling?
It is the numerous instructions

Write over here, and write over there
Copy this, that, and that over there
It would be of no use if you stop and stare
So, keep your pencils moving, unless you dare

Dare not to listen,
To what your teacher has to say
So, you keep on playing with pencils and paper
Or whatever comes your way

Paper hearts and paper balls
Paper planes and paper shreds
You stop a little,
Listening at what the teacher had said

Ahhh, you know it well,
From previous experiences
That you will get
One of those "touche" speeches

You nod in agreement
And soon shake it off
Until you've been inpired
By someone you've admired

Then, real learning emerges

Fit black pens, along with
Matching whiteouts
Long, Dark lead
In mechanical pencils
But, let's not forget the
Scientific calculators
Accurate protractors
And Fancy stencils

This long road ahead,
Filled with mental road blocks
It challenges the brain,
Getting you out of that box

We'll know very soon,
That you have grown accomplished
And that you've used all,
That you've learned in school,
You will then live in prestige.