For English class, we were studying the Anglo-Saxons earlier this year, and we read a poem entitled "The Wife's Complaint." So, as an assignment, we had to write our own complaint poems. I wrote mine on being a student.
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The Student’s Complaint
I am a nocturnal creature,
and it is unnatural that I must get out of bed
before even the sun has begun to trudge into the sky.
I drive forty-five minutes to get to a place of “learning” and “knowledge”,
two deceptively sweet words for information overload.
And then, once we have made it through those 2700 seconds,
and the class is finally done,
our free time is cruelly ripped away from us,
taking our sanity away with those two simple words every student abhors.
Tests and homework, reminders that we cannot get away with relaxing,
even when we leave the walls of the school behind.
Yes, school is a place of learning and knowledge.
Learning that school is far too complex,
but gaining the knowledge that to change the system,
we must first survive it ourselves.
And so, I trudge on, driving that forty-five minutes so I can fill my head with useless knowledge.
Such are the joys of being a student.
