Final paper
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Each semester, we all have it.
The curious minds of lecturers
Finding out how well they teach,
How well we learn
Each week goes past.
Matters start getting serious
Lecturers going over same work,
Going over the same lecture
Each lesson stays
In the back of the mind
Of that one struggling child
The one no-one listens too
Each week gets shorter
The lessons slowly fade to the past
Getting vague
And forgetting everything
Each day goes past
Leading them closer
But leading them further astray
From the point they are meant to reach
Each hour they sit there
Furious that they cant win
Against the battle
Of constant pressure
Each minute that past
60, 59, 58, 57....
The minute gets shorter
So does the passage
Each second leaves a memory
One that shouldn't of been wasted
On the telly or laptop
Watching flashing images
The day arrives
They sit and stare at the paper
Water forms in their eyes
Leaving them with damp hands
They do the test
Knowing some answers and
Guessing the rest
Lucky and not so random
The results pin up to the wall
They waited so long for these
The pressure from asking family
Tearing them apart
They look at their score
Their overall grade
It wasn't that bad
But still they worry
What will other people think?
About the result
Is it good enough?
Will they get punished or laughed at?
The curious minds of lecturers
Finding out how well they teach,
How well we learn
Each week goes past.
Matters start getting serious
Lecturers going over same work,
Going over the same lecture
Each lesson stays
In the back of the mind
Of that one struggling child
The one no-one listens too
Each week gets shorter
The lessons slowly fade to the past
Getting vague
And forgetting everything
Each day goes past
Leading them closer
But leading them further astray
From the point they are meant to reach
Each hour they sit there
Furious that they cant win
Against the battle
Of constant pressure
Each minute that past
60, 59, 58, 57....
The minute gets shorter
So does the passage
Each second leaves a memory
One that shouldn't of been wasted
On the telly or laptop
Watching flashing images
The day arrives
They sit and stare at the paper
Water forms in their eyes
Leaving them with damp hands
They do the test
Knowing some answers and
Guessing the rest
Lucky and not so random
The results pin up to the wall
They waited so long for these
The pressure from asking family
Tearing them apart
They look at their score
Their overall grade
It wasn't that bad
But still they worry
What will other people think?
About the result
Is it good enough?
Will they get punished or laughed at?
The future is an untold mystery.So muster all courage and study well for that final paper!
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