The Final Exam

by eternal rest   Mar 11, 2005


Sit me down,
Chain me to the seat.
Pass me my test,
Shaking down to my feet.

Go through the rules,
Always the same,
As I take out my tools.

Thoughts of cheating
Run through my mind.
Sitting away from my friends,
Damn seating.

I look at the page,
Flashbacks of homework.
“Find the measure of x in the cage”

“This is off the sheezy!”
One hundred percent?
Well that was easy!

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  • 19 years ago

    by JustAFoolInLove

    oh... you biatch! you got a hundred percent on the final?!?! which one?! gosh! what a smarty pants! lol, jm!
    *Zac*