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School


School

I wish I could tell you how I want to learn

But I guess that your way is fine

I still have knowledge

And my teachers are nice

But this is your way, not mine

 

I like the hands-on stuff

Not sitting in a desk

Writing papers and papers,

And watching you teach.

That really isn't the best.

 

I'm a really good kid

And I know you'll agree,

But because of how you're teachng,

I can't be who I really want to be

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