The school year has begun
And my head is in a twirl
300 days until I’m a graduated girl.
But those numbered days
Will be full of pain and doubt
“The source is from my teachers,”
I think as I pout.
If only they could try
To speak with us one-on-one a little more.
If the math and science geniuses,
Wouldn’t look so pained when we knock on their door.
I’m sorry I have questions,
And my intelligence is below par,
But I need those senior exemptions,
And a higher standardized test score.
So if you all would please,
Become more understanding,
That without me, every night
You’d be making your family dry spaghetti.
Give a bit more effort,
I want to see you try,
Because my nights are spent attending
The homework help hotline.
Remember how to teach your passion,
And remember to love to educate.
Because when I become an award winner,
It’s you I’ll want to dedicate.