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Remember the time when we danced because we had to?
You chose me as your partner.
I have no right to put interpretation to it.
We had to dance for grades.

Remember during practices?
It wasn't easy for me because you weren't a good dancer.
Remember that time when you couldn't get a simple step?
I couldn't breathe that time.
You made me laugh like there is no tomorrow.

Because of that, I forgot all the pain I had just for once.
I was tired mentally and physically.
I was having a hard time.
But because of you, I forgot them all.
Especially when you interwined your hands with mine.
Bunny. We chose each other because we had no choice. But thank you for making me forget my problems. Even if we argue sometimes, I still love you. I hope feelings will be gone soon, it's too unhealthy haha.
Araoluwa Jacob Nov 2018
"YOU HAVE A B-" she yelled, "AFTER ALL MY EFFORT?"
"I tried my best"  I exclaimed,"  I PUT EFFORT TOO."
"NO YOU DIDN'T CAUSE IT IS HARD TO FAIL A GOOD STUDENT." she said increasing the rate of my heart beat as each words escaped from her mouth.
"SO MY BEST IF FAILING TO YOU?" I questioned her inferred theory
"NO, CAUSE THIS IS NOT YOUR BEST. ALL A's, THAT IS YOUR BEST. THIS... THIS.." she paused and took a deep breathe, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS. YOU BETTER FIX IT. YOU MUST  MAKE IT BETTER.  MAKE IT MORE THAN YOUR BEST
MAKE IT GOOD ENOUGH."
"HOW!?" my voice could hardly escape from my throat.
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T CARE. JUST BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.... MAKE ME PROUD, MAKE ME HAPPY, MAKE ME SMILE."
I'm trying..
I'm trying.
Fireflies Sep 2018
There was a time where gifts mattered more than time.
There was a time where the number of friends mattered more than the kind.
There was a time where taste mattered more than the fulfillment.
There was a time where grades mattered more than character.
There was a time where looks mattered more than the heart.
There was a time where self mattered more than another.
There was a time where our minds changed and our priorities shifted and that was the time we matured.
As we grow older our behavior changes as we understand things a little better, not completely, and that is when what used to mean alot starts to lose its significance.
Sunny May 2018
I get mad when I get 80s on tests.
Or when I barely scrape by on an assignment grade.
It makes me feel weak. Or dumb.
Almost like I’m not trying. Almost like I’m not applying myself.

I can do better, I know that!
I could’ve studied more. I could’ve read more.
I could’ve done more.
I could’ve tried harder.

But, in the end, these things just get me down.
I did try. I did do my best.
After all, nobody’s perfect, right?
And that’s okay.
empty seas Apr 2018
i am nothing
without the A+
i have tucked under my arm
i have nothing
except my crumpling place
at the top of the class
no good personality
no beautiful looks
no artistic talent
just my grades
arbitrary grades
that won’t mean anything
once i leave school
each number i go down
the closer i am to not needing grades
to leaving school
i feel my heart hurt
because the farther down i go
the closer i get to leaving school
the more it shows that
i am
nothing
Tiana Marie Mar 2018
I remember sixth grade.
Everyone told me you couldn't fall
in love so young. So I distanced myself from you.

I remember seventh grade.
You begged me to come back,
but I told you all the words they told me were true.

I remember eighth grade.
I never saw you even once but couldn't
stop thinking about all the things we used to do.

I remember ninth grade.
I saw you every single day but,
by then, you were with someone brand new.

I remember tenth grade.
You were still with her happily
and I cried. It was all my fault, I knew.

I remember eleventh grade.
You were single and I had high hopes
that once again it'd be me and you.

I remember twelfth grade.
You had graduated the year before
so I saw exactly zero of you.

I remember yesterday.
I ran into you at the store and thought
'this is my chance' until I noticed a girl that was new.
Skylar Keith Mar 2018
I'll laugh off the bad ones
Grin at the good
Pretend that I don't care

Sometimes I can push it away like an annoying bug
Sometimes I can't

I'll feel the tears
I'll feel the shame
I'll feel jealousy

To tell you the truth, I don't think I can do it
Thoughts for the two upcoming months
yellow-thoughts Mar 2018
..............they teach us to think like they like

..............they teach us to strive for those grades

..............they teach us to please them

how can you judge my opinion?
how can you even dare to grade my thoughts?
grading my knowledge like you know everything...

/M.A./
Of course somewhere are good teachers too...
Chandni Feb 2018
"The best four years of your life"
more like four whole years of stress and strife.

It's like an inescapable cage
filled with people who can't act their own age.

Hearing all the kids trying to sound cool,
When in all honesty you just want to see their blood pool.

Fake love, fake people, unsure of who to trust,
but apparently, in school, popularity is a must.

Going through seven classes a day,
wishing you could just make the pain go away.

I want to give up, just get up and fly,
but perhaps a better solution would be to just die.
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