The Drudgery of School



Means getting up early.


Studying a lot.


Doing homework until I have a headache.


Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.


Immature and crass people in my class.




Worrying about grades.


Hardly time to do what I want.


But though I hate it,


I still take responsibility,


and get up everyday for school.


It's a bother,


but it will help me get somewhere in the future.


School won't last forever.


It's just a temporary phase in life.


Pull through, soldiers.


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