It's not the same. (Sh*t you cant say to your teachers)

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Every year is something new

but yet nothing has changed.

I was suppose to learn it last year

but last year they told me I would learn it this year.

You expect us to pass the test

but dont give a shit to teach it to us.

Making us get up at 6 in the morning and telling us to get alot of sleep and expect us to do your work, go to practice,

it just aint gunna happen. 

You wonder why I sleep in class.

causeall i do for you is bust my ass.

And with jumbling all those things in the air you still arent pleased with barely passing.

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OMG this poem is great. Definetly explains the life of an high school teen. It literally describes me head to toe. I so wish I could say this to my teacher, but unfortunately we are not allowed to. Great poem.

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