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Class of 2024
Was ninety five pupils
Back in 2019.
Whittled down to less than 90 by now

Stabbed myself with a compass
in maths paper 3
Just to see if I could still bleed
Or if the high stress made me a machine

"Just two exams, then I'm done"
I like to say.
But when it's all over
Will I keep it together?
takes inspiration of something i ACTUALLY DID in a maths exam. still have a scar from that on my hand, haha
general certificate of secondary education
so why the hesitation
this generation
can be whatever they wish
if they do themselves a favour
get a grade 5 over 25 papers
because having a gcse
tends to be
the best way to succeed
but if you need
a 5 in maths and english
to get a history degree
whats the point in trying to reach
what you dream to be?
i wrote this while completing my GCSE exams, last June. it was a very stressful time for me, and poetry truly helped with it! at times i felt almost robotic, a theme that will come up a couple times in my poetry, including in a poem i will post later!
Tim Bustin Jun 2014
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the co-ordinate y
My soul exists, and so begging to die
In revising chem, maths and more all days.  
I hate thee more than the universe size
If Olber’s paradox was somehow true.
I hate thee freely, as men fight Mech 2.
I hate thee purely, as they waste their lives.
I hate thee with a passion put to use
Poetically procrastinating you.
I hate thee with hatred I cannot lose
With my lost UMS – hate thee with breath,
Pens, tears, of all my strife – and, if God choose,
I shall only be free when I’m with death.
a parody of “How do I love thee” by Elizabeth Barret Browning

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