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High school good days,
snickering in the hall ways,
Laughing in the locker room,
Bathing in perfume,
Running late to class,
Just bothering enough to pass,
Now on to college days,
A book asked me once: If you could take a pill that would make you need only two hours of sleep a day would you take it?
And I said: I don’t know
"It's due tomorrow,"
"Don't forget about your test,"
I am really fucked.
You think it's our choice
That we're the ones that chose this
But it's the pressure
You need the challenge
You must take honors classes
You are too lazy
Sometimes I don't know
You laughed the day I walked into class,
I was a number, expecting to pass.
You wondered and questioned. How can it be?
About a silly little Mexican, like me.
You smiled and asked for a schedule,
