The Drudgery of School

School...ugh.

 

Means getting up early.

 

Studying a lot.

 

Doing homework until I have a headache.

 

Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.

 

Immature and crass people in my class.

 

Tests.

 

Worrying about grades.

 

Hardly time to do what I want.

 

But though I hate it,

 

I still take responsibility,

 

and get up everyday for school.

 

It's a bother,

 

but it will help me get somewhere in the future.

 

School won't last forever.

 

It's just a temporary phase in life.

 

Pull through, soldiers.

 

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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