The A

Sitting silently in the front row

Taking in the voices around me.

My pen in hand 

Scribbling in the notebook.

Days later the test arrives.

Writing as fast as I can,

Words are coming faster than I can write.

Later on the grade is posted,

a smile crosses my face.

Tears and anger spread across those around me.

"What did you get?"

"An A. I say proudly."

"How?" They all cry.

i read and listened, you did not.

I love the class as well.

That's why I got the A."




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