That Time of Year

As the alarm starts to sound,

And your mom starts to pound,

You know it's that time of year.

Handwriting is hard

Locked in, almost barred

You know it's that time of year.

As August nears end

September's around the bend

You know it's that time of year.

Still using text terms

"Wash hands, get rid of germs!"

You know it's that time of year.

Dozing off during class

Having to ask for a hallway pass

You know it's that time of year.

Passing out when you get home

After learning of fruits and pomes

You know it's that time of year.

I guess new clothes is a plus

But rides on the bus?

You know it's that time of year.

When the morn' comes fast

And the night comes faster

You know it's that time of year.

No more pulling all-nighters

Or playing gun fighters

You know it's that time of year.

The time that some hate the most

To it, they want to say "Adios!"

This time of great and sudden despair is

school.