I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass.  It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class.  She is funny, hilarious in fact.  I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act.  Her hair flows, skinny jeans show her curves, makeup stuns the boys.  I have a ponytail, Philadelphia Eagles sweater, with the acne that annoys.  "Why oh why don't you participate in class?"   I know what to say, I just have nothing to ask.   She will be going to a University, one of the best.  I will be searching, struggling like the rest.  Not because she is smart, smarter than me.  Its because he, my teacher, chose Her over me.