Senioritis (And It Feels So Good)

I love to think about

the schedule of my day

as a senior in this fine establishment.

The things i have done

in this final run

are humorous, 

i must admit. 

So here i begin.

 

First period is assigned 

to checking my timeline 

on every social media known to man.

You think i'm joking

but i know inside you know

that you've done the same before.

What would i judge you for?

Tweeting, texting, painting Facebook walls

with the most vivid of articles

regarding regulated drink sizes

and what a fox truly says.

That's how my day begins.

 

Second period was designed 

with breakfast in mind,

for i eat every day in that class.

I can't let that opportunity pass!

 

Third period brings 

a song to sing,

written by the infamous artist,

"August's Stomach."

Despite my dining 

on a sweet honey bun, 

Lunch is still to far away.

So now we wait.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

 

BOOM lunchtime

Mass exodus and noise

consume the hallways 

with overwhelming force.

It's amazing what kids will do

for an ounce of food,

but i can't say i don't agree.

This is our time to feed,

and disagree 

ith the entrapment of our bodies 

in school.

The latter half is dedicated 

to coping with disgust 

at having to return to academia.

I sometimes almost upchuck.

 

Fourth period.

There are no words

for the atrocity of Calculus.

Nobody cares;

the derivative lies where??

Ah. Oh yeah.  There.

Being forced to learn math

is so not fair.

I need air.

 

Fifth period is no solution.

Thank you for clearing my confusion

about the way the reproductive system functions.

You, teacher, have gumption.

The only senior in this class

I only hope to pass

without accidentally killing 

a robotic baby

(let's just say maybe).

 

Sixth period is a party 

with Shakespeare and Faulkner,

but they're like the drunk guys 

that nobody can understand.

And they depend on others to maintain their good reputation.

It's quite the frustration.

I could almost say

this class makes my day, 

but then i realize that i hate homework.

Back to the favoritism drawing board.

 

Seventh period means glory, 

for it's the telling of a story

including the coolest characters around.

It's where the lost get found!!

 

Okay, not really.

Though i do enjoy history, 

i more enjoy the mystery of 

figuring out all of your interests.

Please don't say Pinterest.

Plus this is the final class of the day

after paving our educational way

for eight hours. Without pay.

 

I could say senioritis is a crutch

for laziness,

but it truly does happen, i swear.

In the mornings i don't even do my hair.

And i can't finish anyth

 

 

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