Trials and Dedication


It's 7:40 in the morning,

Time travels, time flies.

Walking down the hallway,

with English on my mind.

Arrive to class with my material and maybe my pencil,

for the teacher to state "This should be easy!"

My expectation for English,

to get in, get out and pass the class.

Not thinking, but just doing.

Just doing and going.

To get to where I need to be.




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