Chewing Gum and Breaking Pencils

High School is preparation

(Or so they say)

For the real world

Where men wear suits

Carry brief cases and take important calls

Where gum is permitted

And you do not have to solve for X

Yesterday I learned how to analyze MacBeth

Yet I do not know the first thing about taxes

College is a short year away 

And I am learning how to say "dog" in Spanish

But what is financial aid?

Which school is best for me?

I don't think the answer is "perro" 

Growing up is scary and it isn't a gradual thing

You wake up one morning and you have a job

You have a bank account and a debit card

High School didn't prepare me for any of this

I am only learning to spit out my gum 

And the definition of a parabola 

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