I am running a race, from August 'til June.
Involuntary long droning and boring-
boring.
I have run a steady pace throughout,
until I saw it;
the finish line.
Right around the corner and it comes right at me.
I loose my cool.
I sprint, I pant, I desperately reach for it,
but it only seems to grow farther away.
My eyes snap wide when I dodge a hurtle.
A hurtle ? In a distance race ?
Quick ! Lookout ! Duck !
I'm being ambushed !
Things fly at me out of nowhere.
Rocks, books, my late history homework ?
When did this turn into Mario Kart on foot ?
It's getting closer, but not fast enough,

I'M THOUGH WITH SCHOOL, I AM DONE.