High School

When I got to my first high school class,

When I sat with new supplies and eager anticipation,

When I took the notes and did the homework,

When my classmates started complaining about all-nighters,

How that anticipation turned to dread.

Until my panic attacks put me to sleep

And it turned into a contest of which was heavier,

My eyelids or my schoolbag.

This poem is about: 
Me

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