I-Hate-School

Neat orderly lines of chairs Rattling biro pens on sweaty palms. An echoing hall of icy airs, exhaling teens failing to stay calm. A bald figure glares over nervous being through supervising glass, you will find me right in the middle of a scanty class. A graveyard of buried dreams. . I was made to find ''x'' and i don't understand ''y'' why, ''A B, A B'' was the only rhyme scheme on my answer sheet.. Why, i had to quote and live by the words of another man, so i could secure an A, B or C on that last day. Alphabet i might never use in life. . Hmmmm... What if, I get an ''A'' in farming and ''F'' in mathematics?? Does it mean am brainless? What if, I can't spell the word ''vehicle'' but can actually fix it? Does it make me any less better than you? I can't stand these tests designed to determine the worth of our mind.