Saturday, April 28, 2012

Day 119/366

Death saw me in the face today,
He came in the form of a teacher,
Never a more annoying man have i met,
So I shall sit & pick boogers.

So many things I'd rather discuss
Than film marketing and satellites.
And yet you throw useless facts at me,
While I dream of food and flying kites.

Why must a journalism student sit for this?
Why is there class on a Sunday?
20 unnecessary hours will be spent
Learning about f***ing blu-ray!

1 comment:

  1. Lol!
    I wish I could steal your writing skills so that I can write about all my teachers whom I hate, to the core. :(