The heading on this page pretty much says it all about this song.
6:42, and I'm up and awake.
Boy, oh, boy, does my mind ache.
Here I go again with the usual shtick.
All this repetition makes me sick.
After giving my body some fuel
And doing a few other things, I head off to school.
First off, I must conquer English
Which, admittedly, doesn't make me very tinglish. (Many thanks to Ogden Nash for coming up with a rhyme for "English.")
It's too early in the morning for something so illogical.
Everything to me just seems so hodge-podge-ical. (Many thanks to Ogden Nash for inspiring me to come up with this piece of idiocy.)
Why must everything be written incoherently and formally?
Can't any of these people communicate normally?
Here, I blankly talk about the type of thing we go over in English, or, as Paul Simon would say, all the crap we learn in high school.
I don't know about you people, but I, personally, would need somebody to point out to me that the reason the rug around the hero's toilet seat is red is because that's also the color of the antagonist's dentist's favorite shirt. That's the type of thing they expect you to figure out from reading something that nobody today can make a head or tail out of. They'll say on a test question, "Give an example of foreshadowing used in the story," and that's the type of answer they look for. If I had my choice, I'd be taking a more practical course in place of English. Aaaaaaanyway, back to the song...
After feeling like I've been hit by a scooter,
Now I go off and become a peer-tutor.
...Which draws me nearer a state of bliss
(Neglecting the fact that I sit next to [name of an annoying student]).
If anyone feels that they need my help,
All they have to do is yelp.
Sometime later, I'm doing trig.
[Name of another classmate of whom I don't think all that highly], stop acting like a pig.
Tangent is opposite over adjacent.
Remembering that makes everyone complacent.
We move right along at a reasonable pace
And we get a lot of pi thrown in our face.
Time now for the mid-day blecch-fest;
Lunch, which we eat when normal people have breakfast.
Why do we have lunch so freakin' early?
Boy, talking about this makes me feel surly.
One other thing I'm still trying to see
is, why do I have "A" lunch when seemingly everyone I know has "B"?
Now comes CISCO, five days a week.
A class for you, if you're a techno-geek.
Here's where you learn how to set up a network.
Make sure, above all, that you don't forget work.
If you forget work, it's hard to set up a network,
But, also, relax, and don't sweat work.
Next up, U.S. History.
When the class will ever shut up is a mystery.
It gives them a great sense of power
To accuse [name of teacher] of being biased toward first hour.
Among [name of teacher again]'s good suggestions:
Don't think the assignment's going to take only five minutes because there are only three or four questions.
Afterward, for 50 minutes, I vanish
Into a class where everyone speaks Spanish.
In this class, I'm doing just great.
My percent average is 100.8.
About this class I've little else to say
Except I wish that one guy would go away.
Finally, I hit physics class.
Remember, force is acceleration times mass.
What was the answer to number one?
You took it down while we were talking and weren't done.
One would think that, sooner or later,
It would occur to my classmates that they should pay attention instead of playing games on their calculator.
Afterwards, I'm once again a peer-tutor,
Helping folks nail problems like a straight shooter.
In Room 206, my days
Are Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.
So, if you're not sure how to conjugate a Spanish verb, or you can't remember what the various Clay Compromises did and why,
Or you can't recall how to work an algebra problem, I'm there until half past four, and you can just stop by.
At last, I get home after a day full of work.
Boy, oh boy, do I need a perk.
A large bowl of ice cream always does the trick
(As long as I don't eat too much and get sick).
I finish my homework somewhere along the line,
And, sooner or later, I crawl into bed, where, finally, I can truthfully say that I feel fine.
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