Don't Get Mad, Be Glad

Every day when I walk into your classroom,

I always hope that Harry Styles would come and save me as my groom.

Not that I don't like to learn,

But the way you teach is not something I yearn.

I'm always quiet and paying attention.

So why do you look at me like I need a detention?

Whenever I ask for some assistance,

You respond to me like if I had no common sense.

I ask questions so that you can help me.

I'm just making sure that I pass, and don't get a D.

It seems to me like you're always in a bad mood.

That doesn't give you a reason to constantly act rude.

Spanish used to be my favorite class.

Now I just count the minutes for the time to pass.


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