*Angst Alert* This poem is rated Teen for excessive self pity that the author will regret tomorrow morning when she is more lucid and realizes that if the wasn't a masochistic stressbunny, she wouldn't have joined tech.
Dear Teacher;
When you grade these essays, please be merciful.
Grade them as if they were written by a girl who spent her vacation in school. As if she had dinner at home one night out of every two. As if she woke up before the sun two nights running -to represent the school in a drama competition As if she ran out to the doctors first thing that morning -to get an eye infection treated --so she wouldn't let her friends down. As if her friends were fighting, crying, The world was fighting, dying -and she couldn't help them --because she didn't know what to say. And she hates not knowing what to say. As if she sped home on her bicycle washed the sweat off her face and arms -and sat down to write your essays, --then set her alarm for seven Sunday morning ---when she realized that she couldn't string two sentences together ----and trying to write the third was futile. As if she had a mental breakdown in front of three strangers -and collapsed laughing into her cup of blue jello --when asked what her name was.
Because that's what happened.
Now if you'll excuse her, This girl is going to sleep on this desk And pretend she doesn't care -that you're going to hand these essays back --telling her that her writing style is all wrong ---and she has three weeks to change it ----before exams and the SATs.
Aldorel · Sun Apr 22, 2007 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |