School is getting old.

I'm really flippin' tired of going to school.
I'm going to college in 178 days.

Bianca just tired a knot in her hair. What the hell, how do you possibly do that?
Oh well.
I'm in Economics.

Here's a poem, wait, Bianca just gave me the knot in her hair..
okay.

I don't know why
I don't sleep in class.
I don't pay attention
cause I sit on my ass.
I get really bored
and nothing is fun
except when we color
or when class is done.
I wish it was over
I wish it was through
in 178 days
I won't be seeing you
I'll be in North Jersey,
up by the beach
and I will be so happy
because I'll be out of your reach :DDD
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