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When’s The Weekend Going to Start?
I wake up, hearing an annoying sound penetrate my eardrums.
My alarm reads six o’clock as I beg for five more minutes,
Rushing to get ready in twenty minutes before I miss my train;
My morning starts messily, as always.
Arriving at school, I immediately head to my first-period class,
Feeling lethargic, I can barely stay awake
As the teacher lectures about the most random topic ever.
Great! Now, I just have to do that for seven more hours…
On top of that, I can’t deal with these adults exercising their authority.
Why would anyone enjoy bossing around little kids?
And my classmates–they’re the worst too, with their annoying attitudes.
At least, the same bell I dread releases me back home now.
Finishing my last few homework assignments, I start to get drowsy;
After that, it’s finally going to be time for bed.
Oh, I’m going to sleep early today;
Look at that, it’s only two AM!
When’s the weekend going to start..?
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Being a student, the thing I look forward to most in life is the weekend, a time when I can be free of the responsibilities that I have to endure everyday. This two-day period is the only time when I think I can truly be liberated from the oppressive nature of the weekdays. As you can tell, I am not a big fan of my school time. This poem hopes to illustrate the idea that I feel, which is that the weekend is the short escape from the environment that I have to live through five out of seven days of the week.