By: Adam Weinberg
The sighs and cries make it hard to continue, The sounds of blows make me sick like a bad menu. I feel like I’m riding in a mournful train, In the hallway thinking about the homework that gives me a strain. The dim classroom seems filled with infected light, I need to study my work to make it feel bright. After staring at my test my eyes feel like burning coils. My brain tells me that I will fail, but my heart believes that I will prevail. A cafeteria like a dead cavern. The complete opposite of a 5-star tavern. The internet is going back and forth like a sunless tide. I need to submit my classwork, or show that I at least tried. Getting a bad grade feels like entering eternal dark. No matter what I do it feels like I can’t reach the benchmark. Looking at the gradebook is like a jump into fire and ice. My head feels like a whirlwind, so maybe I should think twice.
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