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