I have no time for anything else to do.
It really makes me blue.
All these essays. There must be a better way.
All these tests. Me, they really stress.
I can't wait until the MCAS is past.
The place where it is created, I want to blast.
All this work makes me bleed.
When am I ever going to it, need
It's true, with all this stuff, I want to know what with it
can I do?
English does'nt make me sing.
Sci makes me ask why. It makes me cry.
Social Studies is muddy.
Math, is not my path.