School
The school bell rings its a quarter to eight, if you would give me time for study hall I would not be up so freaking late!
Homeworks long and really a pain, we do love it when you yell and show us your neck vains.
The food really lacks more than just taste, I really cant wait to graduate from this place.
No. 2 pencils , really? what does it matter? The only one who doesnt care is my science teacher who dresses everyday as the Madhatter!
And what is up with the toilet paper in our john? We here the janes have three rolls per stall just to piss on!
Graduation time will not come to fast, I may complain but you teachers have helped me shape my past!
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