Easy A

October 12, 2013

"Good morning! How are you?"

I say as I come rushing through the door.

As I sit down I smile as I pretend to care,

I stare in awe as if the sounds that came out your mouth interested me.

Blah.

BLAH.

Your words go in one ear and comes

right

out

the other

Like a train without destination

Like nails on a chalkboard.

Just.

Plain.

Boredom.

I can't stay focused at all

Every single Tuesday morning I waste 90 minutes

Sitting silently as the sound of your stupid voice seeps in my brain

But because of those 5 simple words every morning,

You manage to think that I actually care,

That I actually pay attention,

That I actually listen,

That I actually learn.

But because of those 5 words I've managed to get on your "good side"

Which means,

I get an Easy A

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