~~Farewell, IB History~~

The Rumors are True:

I am through with you.

I am changing courses, trading place

With another class to save face.

My grades weren't the best

And I didn't feel blessed

To endure endless quizzes.

So I'll give the rest my best wishes.

I'll take a different class.

I'll do better than pass.

Forget all the stress,

And work on the rest.

This has nothing to do with the teacher.

My friends: I'll hate to leave her and her.

This truly is for the best:

I'll get the depression off my chest.

I'll still be fine.

I'll always keep my skill to rhyme.

Goodbye, and be well, IB History:

You just weren't meant for me.