Complaining about exams has
become a recurring theme.
Honestly, it’s not as big a deal
As kids sometimes make it seem.
“Easy for you to say!”
the senior students scoff
“Seventh graders have it easy-
You have nothing to complain of!”
Here’s the thing about exams:
They merely test our memory
Not much goes into our heads
When it’s all crammed in a hurry.
There’s that one poor bloke
Who toils through the pain
Receives the fruits of labour
In form of topping once again.
They leave the class aghast
In lieu of getting applauded
The jealous ones cry “Betrayer!”
In envious tones quite morbid.
But the most infuriating
Is the one who exlaims
They never bothered to study
Yet, the most marks they gain.
There’s the confusing lot
Who really couldn’t care less
sleeping through the school year
Exams? A load of pointless stress.
And when the hellish days cease
The kids all jump for ages
Until the scores return to haunt us
We all turn into praying sages.
Whatever the grade turns out to be
We vow to next time excel
But the cycle always repeats
Shall be the same next year as well.