Wincing with a pencil in his hand
Trying to finish the homework teachers’ demand
He knew he would be staying up late
Going to be in bed around 3 at this rate
Books stacked on his desk and bed
Refilling his mechanical pencils once again with 7.0 lead
Music on low as he memorized facts
Chewing on some gum and other various snacks
Too much English, Science, and Math
Daydreaming about wanting teachers to feel his wrath
Painful headaches and eye bags
Longingly waiting for Friday to go to Six Flags
Sitting down he began to write
An English paper under a dim light
Eraser sheddings are begging to build up
A wet circled ring left from his cup
The clock ticked forward and back
Holding back from an anxiety attack
Now he had a writer’s block
Crossing his arms and wanting to take a walk
He could hear the playful laughs outside
But there he was in his room to reside
Head pounding with too much information
Kicking his backpack with all his frustration
Then the phone rang and he said hello
It was one of his friends named Joe
“School is almost out, so relaxâ€, he said
But all he could think of was mathematical formulas in his head
“It’s not that easy, I need to study,†he replied
Soon off the phone, glancing at his study guide
His biggest wish was for it to be summer
Yet tomorrow he has finals, what a bummer
“Stupid teachers and stupid workâ€
He muttered in a tired smirk
His eyes were shutting as he leaned against his chair
He took a big yawn and was at the point…
Where he could feel ache in his joints
He couldn’t take it anymore so he turned around
Stumbling to his bed without a sound
Studying too hard had knocked him out
He needed this sleep without a doubt
