My Brain Hurts

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My Brain Hurts.
How dare they put my AP European history test
The day before finals?
How am I supposed to study for all of them?
And why the hell do they make it so hard?
Do they want us to fail?

My back hurts.
Sitting in a crappy school chair,
For four hours straight.
Why do school chairs suck so much?
And of course I can't so much as stretch
Without being considered "cheating"
And risk my test being voided.

My wrist hurts.
How can they morally make us
Write ten pages in one hour?
And then write ten more pages in one hour?
And then do an hour of multiple choice?
Don't they know we don't write by hand anymore?

My pride hurts.
The test was super hard.
I don't care how many times Mrs. Markbiss
Says this class will get the most fives.
I'm sure I got a one.
And then there's Meena and Michelle and Izzy,
All smiling, saying how easy it was.
And I just smile, and try not to show them what hurts.

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