An A, a B, a C, a D,

An dreaded F, but yet no G's,

When it's an F, you always fret,

Cause they're the same as,

Not Yet Met's,

At the end of the year,

You always regret,

The choices you made,

The homework that crept,

up on you,

when you had no time,

To finish it ,

That you could find,

From the unfair teachers,

To the creaky school,

Projects on weekends,

That so were uncool,

With all the classes,

Being social with friends,

Too many assignments,

It just never ends,

They say it's almost over,

Summers coming,

No fears,

But it all starts again,

When you come back next year...