Everyone tries to do their best.
We wake up at 7 in the morning,
And pray it is not pouring.
It's a day where we can dress like a bum
Because our hands are certain to go knumb
From all the writing we will be doing.
By the time the test comes around,
I have realized that I found
It really isn't that bad!
The only things I have to do
Are concentrate and read the clues.
About four and a half hours later
The test is finally over!
All I have to do now
Is wait and see how I did.
But afterwards I felt it was a piece of cake.
I agree with you Blake, those days are when we get to dress like a bum hahaha. Love this poem :)
ReplyDeleteI love this because I can totally relate to several parts like the one about our hands going numb. I had to shake mine a few times to keep going during the essay, hahaha! =P
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