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It's that time of year again
Where we sit down and open the textbooks
Listen to a teacher, sub, instructor, or professor
And try to teach us whatever
Where we're forced to mingle and bring us closer together
Make new friends and hope for the better
Learn something new
Eating disgusting cafeteria food
"I'll skip the chicken salad and just opt for this week-old apple juice"
Hahahaha I hoped you liked that rhyme because I sure did
I'm just glad I went to school, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to quite rhyme like this
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