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It's not about interest, it's how you place Your classes are weapons in an arms race Your friends are taking two APs, so you take three Soon we're mired in college work when high school is all we see Counselors don't help, they only edge us on Telling us we need advanced levels, or all college spots are gone In Fairfax County, we score so high on tests We ignore our thirty three percent depression and say we're the best Because here all that matters is the grade on your transcript You're a factory product, another computer chip So if you're friend takes five college courses, take seven After a semester, beg mercy and give up on heaven
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
AP Arms Race
It's not about interest, it's how you place Your classes are weapons in an arms race Your friends are taking two APs, so you take three Soon we're mired in college work when high school is all we see Counselors don't help, they only edge us on Telling us we need advanced levels, or all college spots are gone In Fairfax County, we score so high on tests We ignore our thirty three percent depression and say we're the best Because here all that matters is the grade on your transcript You're a factory product, another computer chip So if you're friend takes five college courses, take seven After a semester, beg mercy and give up on heaven
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
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