What were those teachers thinking?
hehe.... okay it's quarter to midnight, and i've almost completed one of three dealines for tomorrow.... Pardon the horrible poem, but sitting up and waiting for an entry about some silly war, that will complete your history essay, does things to you.... (exams coming up, and applications for IB due soon, so the teachers are smothering us..)
After working for a perilous 24-hours,
On top of the last three sleepless days,
And awake nights,
Your brain will start to feel mushy,
You’re not quite sure,
If those two are being
Friendly, or whether it’s just you.
Voices double, visions blur.
Your 2000 word essay, vanishes mysteriously
As you tried to delete a typo,
And you can’t understand what that
Beeping sound is, but it howls in your ears,
When you try to type.
Physics isn’t working, half your group is “out-of-reach”
The problem remains, that there’s 8 hours ‘till deadline,
When it would seem more appropriate
To be headed for death row.
The Danish essay doesn’t work, you can’t compare Andersen to
Túrell, when one loves the country, and the other
Would have it killed.
At least my history teacher will be pleased,
The French revolution was rather a breeze,
I seem to forget…
Was it King Louis of France,
That invented that term, what was it again…
Ohm’s law, or gravity…
Oh… the lamp’s repaired…
AH! He invented the “mc2”!
It has occured to me that doing History, Danish and Physics, while trying to read Frankenstein is a really bad idea.... nothing for it... must pass a bilangual examination...
