In history, there are many facts,
I'm cracking down and losing my tact.
In my head, the dates get lost,
I hope my grade this does not cost.
I need to get a five,
And I know if I don't my emotions will dive.
Even now my moods do scatter,
It affects the people that matter.
I study until my head will burst,
I pray that I won't do my worst.
Until the test comes to pass,
My brain will be a jumbled mass.
My nerves run extremely high,
So I study until I'm convices I'll die.
By myself I dig this grave,
With this knowledge I do not crave.
All the reform movements seem the same,
And all kinds of dates are all fair game.
The history of all past generations,
Get lost in translation.
A 100 years to memorize in a day,
It's more appealing to jump in a bay.
The fridged water would be a welcome pain,
Compaired to the wisdom I have yet to gain.
Maybe freezing would be my fate,
So I can miss the important date.
Unfortunatly this dreaded day,
Will come no matter what I do or say.
All the specific important information,
Makes me hate our nation.
Those review classes in the morn,
Make me feel so forlorn
I really must be masochistic,
Becuase this class in making me balistic.
I hope students in the years to come,
Will know this pain and then some.

By Stash, Mole and Witherow