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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