hello im 3.5
I got a F today on my History Final today, i started to cried.
Because that F will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Colledges will judge me because of one letter
employers will wonder why i didnt to Harverd.
My mother will be dissappointed she raised a failure.
My father will compare me to m perfect brother.
And just because i didn't know the 23rd president, my life is ruined.
Colledges dont care that i work with the homeless,
they dont care if im a cheeleader , they only care about the footbal players.
they dont care that i can sing or act
they dont care how many hours i do of community serves
or that i have recieved plenty of other awards.
they ony look at you as a number
hello im 3.5
they only care about your grades
hello im a F
and if they dont accept you , you might as well be dead.
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