Making Me

I am tired. Tired of you forcing us to do things we never should. Tests, books, and random worksheets. Its all purposeless sheets. To many words and to many pencils. I spend more money on school than anything else.You make us sit all day just to be yelled at the next day. You assign work like your the only class i have. Then encourage us to make time for other things. Your jokes are bland and your voice is even worse. I fall asleep as soon as you take the front. You make me put my phone away. You make me blankly stare at a page. If you just let me wander a little bit i swear I would be passing. But no. You make me sit, you make me present, you make me participate, and worst of all you make me quiet.