restraints
The restraints of school can feel like jail,
there’s a mundanity to it.
I must plan my week’s every minute,
like God must have arranged atoms.
It’s the art of the small things,
where some minutes seem shorter than others
like atoms making different things
School is vibrant, intellectually stimulating
and stuffed, like a turkey, with a catalogue of
specific ideas that are new to me.
So I study them until, like an actor, I can recite them
as if on stage. But if a quiz is going to be ‘open notes,’
then it’s going to be an exacting b1tch .
And then there’s the waiting for outcomes (grades)
But I’m one of those girls
who sings shower songs
so bring it on.
.
.
A song for this:
Teddy Jam by guy
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