Back in sophomore year, I recall feeling extremely bored with my lifestyle/daily routine at that time, so I took these feelings and threw them into words of one sort or another and applied a style of song based on some "talking blues" folk pieces put out by such artists as Bob Dylan, Phil Ochs and Tom Paxton. If you're familiar with those pieces, getting the effect of the song should be a snap, even if these are just lyrics.
By the way, I have censored out the names of classmates whose names appear in this song, lest they should complain or sneak up behind me and spray my hair green.
6:45, and I'm out of bed;
A daily chore I tend to dread.
It's time to face another morning;
Full of madness, full of scorning.
Completely unconscientious...
Mornings sometimes get contentious.
Well, I've been showered, and I've been fed.
It's time to tackle driver's ed.
It's very important that we learn how to drive
'Cause the 2004 models have just arrived!
Save now with the [name of your choice, e.g. Furshlugginer] Automotive Team
And see those brand new headlights and our wide, greedy smiles gleam.
Next is English, my most challenging class.
I find it to be a big pain in the ass.
Nothing personal, Mrs. [English teacher's name],
But of reading comprehension does my fear be.
[I] Don't devote much attention to details
In Shakespeare, or Homer, or Dickens, or O. Henr�-tales.
I created an alternate line in that verse for the student teacher, who was in charge for a while and is now a full-time teacher somewhere in the building: "Nothing personal, Miss [her name], but, when it comes to weak spots, English is mine."
Word processing comes up next;
That's where we learn how to key text.
Nothing too exciting, I'll admit;
Just stay on the home row, and properly sit;
Eyes on the screen.
...Or the book, for that matter.
Usually, we go with the latter.
This is where I head off to lunch.
How I tire of eating with the same ol' bunch!
I'm truly getting bugged by this routine.
To deprive me of variety is just plain mean.
How much longer can I go through
This constant state of d�j� vu?
Algebra comes after my lunch break.
Oops, the teacher just made a mistake.
In this period, we've 'bout thirty minutes
To analyze the problem and find the error in it.
When we don't know what to do-a,
We'll just make fun of [name of a classmate who's physical condition renders him easy to make fun of].
(Or [name of another classmate who just simply makes a darn great target])
Next is la clase de espa�ol.
Time to crank up some rock and roll!
This furshlugginer class is like a party.
To this class, no one shows up tardy.
Almost every activity we take part in
Somehow involves Ricky Martin.
I now trod off to world cultures.
The students in there are like wild vultures.
We see more films than a movie critic;
Yes, it's of the films that we are analytic.
About this class I've little else to say
Except I wish that one guy would go away.
Finally, I reach chemistry,
The crowning class of the day for me.
Nobody in there knows how to be quiet;
The lab looks like the scene of a riot.
...And take Mr. [teacher's name].
Isn't he quite the joker?
At last, I get home after a day full of crap.
Now, I shall settle down for a nap.
Spending the whole day being accosted
Leaves me nothing but plain exhausted.
I do my homework until ten
And then, next day, I do it all over again.
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