There is no slavation from the seemingly eternal damanation, which is a highschool education.

The grim calssrooms

The leering tests

the clock which teases and taunts,

a task at which it is the best.

But at the end of these dark hallways,

a sweet aroma fills the air,

the nectar of the gods could not compare to the chocolate cookies which I eat with devour without care.

Their scent fills my nostrils,

I forget my despair

A bite-- the first one takes me from there, 

to a place of ecstacy, a place to which no other can compare

The tests forgotten

the clocks disapper.

My tastebuds are on fire

from this elixar which I crave to be near.

My antidote my happiness,

my escape from this well.

My little sweet haeven smack-dab in the middle of hell.

Nothing Nothing can compare to the happiness I recieve form the ambrosia that is the.....

my cafeteria's chocolate chip cookies.