Wednesday, March 5, 2014

~~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.

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