No one really knows what it's like to make up work.
The entire school year gone, and I've missed all the perks!
I've spent days in bed with text books trying to teach myself,
But for each book in my lap, there are twelve more on the shelf.
I force myself to go to class and in the last two weeks of school,
I've made up over twenty tests and the testing was quite cruel.
But now I've an appreciation for the silent testing room
Because where I tested, in Layman's terms, made my brain go boom!

Oh English essays, five of those taken over three short days!
I sat in the classroom closet, my eyes tired in a daze.
There's an incessant flickering light in there, I bet you did not know.
It flickers, flickers, maddeningly, oh Light, my newest foe.
And the walls so thin between two rooms that I hear every sound,
From the clashing movies in both rooms that make my poor head pound.
"Shitwit" from "Amadeus," "I'm a llama" from Kuzco,
And that damn light still flickering, but I'm writing about a crow.
Oh, fantastic, Ferris Bueler, why not join the group?
Movies just outside this room, my eyes begin to droop.
No, no, no, wait, this essay I must write!
What day is it? What time? God damn that flickering light!
People walking through the closet, returning books right now?
Go away, your trespass is one I will not allow!
And this is how it happens for five essays and three days,
I hate that closet and that light, and those books, and all those plays.

But wait, there's more, like I said, twenty tests, It's a pain.
Eight calc tests to take, oh my head hurts, my poor worn out brain.
I sit in another classroom, but the kids in there all talk.
"Hey girl, what you doing?" "Shut up! I'm taking my mock!"
Two days, eight tests, lots of noise and I know I'm almost done.
I hear some friends back in Desmond's class, for once they're having fun.
And I'm stuck here, taking test after test, I work with gritted teeth.
I return to Desmond, and unto her, my test I do bequeath.
The class is empty, "Where did they go?" She gives me a baffled stare.
"That's a good question, I guess they went home," she says without a care.
My whole class gone and she doesn't mind, that's how you know you're in AP.
I'm trapped here finishing all these tests and meanwhile my class runs free.
I finish testing, at least for math, and am told there's more to do.
A presentation on something random, I'll bullshit my damn way through.
I did it all, I'm done with math, fantastic, what's left for me?
One more class in school to make up: AP Psychology.

Let me tell you, my teacher is great, but man, he can really talk.
He starts a story and forgets my test, thirty minutes left on the clock.
I rush through this thing to finish in time, but the class is awfully loud.
Does anyone in the school know how to keep quiet, just two people is a crowd!
I cover my ears and get to work, I stumble through this mess,
All I can ask for at this point is to pass, nothing more, nothing less.
Suddenly I find myself missing that closet with that flickering light.
It would offer some solitude at the very least even if it became my plight.
Long term potentiation, social loafing, are things here on my test,
I know what they are, but with this noise, my thoughts are locked up, friends are pests.
Come on, brain, share what you know, we have to get a good grade.
You're not focusing, stop daydreaming, cease this futile tirade.
What's that? A game to play tomorrow, no, Mr. Cravens, no.
I mean, really? Come on! What am I, a reality tv show?
I finish testing despite their games and now Light seems more friend than foe,
While my friends have crossed threshold to fiend, though perhaps crossed it long ago.

Oh my gosh, I made it, I made up all I could.
Senior year is finally over and all I can think is: good!
This year of hell and stress and tests and evil is now gone!
I never have to repeat this year, I swear it's Satan's spawn!
I'm going to graduate, I'm going to college... but dang I'm really tired.
I guess two hours of sleep a night has an effect that's not desired.
So I'll see you all at graduation and together with joy we can weep,
But until then my friends, my teachers, Light, until then I'll be asleep.