I think of my future and how you are in the way 

i think about that one passing grade 

and while i stare out the window and listen to your incessant droning on

i think "how the hell am i going to remember all of this boring crap"

i think about your ridiculous rules and pointless work

i think of how you give out tests like it's the greatest thing on earth

i think about secret favoritism and how you swear you don't have any

and I'm tired.. tired of you and your classroom

tired of you losing my work

tired of treating us like were your therapist

tired of students getting away with things they shouldn't

but mostly I think about when this year is over and I'm driving away from this school into this never ending tangy sunset

how I'll be free from your impossible deadlines,projects and your unfair ways

I'll never see your faces again and how I'll be finally done with you