The Life of a Student
- Bri Perkins
- Feb 16, 2017
- 1 min read
Imprisoned—trapped.
Head aching, shallow breathing.
The teacher always talks, the students sometimes listen.
Class change—crowded hallways.
Shoulder pushes, tripping.
Laughter, more headaches.
Exasperated sighs—hard topics.
The work you’ll never use again, not even once.
Another reason for your headache.
Projects—groups.
Long projects, indefinite group members.
Doing all the work, or nothing at all.
Gossiping—rumors.
Everyone dreads them; no one needs them.
Then why do we have them?
A headache—a migraine.
Hours of homework, no sleep.
The life of a student.
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