AP U.S. History, shall be the death of me.
Allow me to explain, socially, politically, and economically.
My social status is in my grades; I strive to be in the top.
A C on a test and a B in a class will surely make me drop.
My ego is hurt by the succeeding masses while I continue to fail.
I struggle to improve and I do get better, as gradually as a snail.
I cannot drop from my lofty position, in it I place my dreams.
To pass up Jake is a goal of mine, insanity as it seems.
These grades will not do and this class is not easy, I need a way to win.
I won't settle for less than a 97; I'll relax only then.
Money is not a big problem for me, but oh the money it takes.
College courses are expensive you see, and I need to lower my stakes.
A 5 on the test would do me good, and I could be done with the subject.
However if there is no 3 on the test, most colleges will sadly object.
I suppose I should get back to studying now, I've procrastinated to death.
Next time I want to kill myself, tell me to go with meth.
AP U.S. History, I will always loathe thee.
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