Ode to College Board
Four APs, one SAT,
How many more tests can there be?
I've studied hard, I filled the page
With bubbles of my name and age.
Now, when I close my eyes at night,
Those endless bubbles fill my sight.
Unless I stop this misery,
I fear my name will someday be
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