As I sat at my place
Ignoring others with good grace
With the teacher at such a pace
I must in a race!

I am not an ace
In my mind is all haze
I am not a craze
I just like to laze!

With my knowledge as base
I am stuck in this maze
To last the year in daze
In the end emerged unfazed!

I know it's a waste
And good life I won't taste
So now I must make haste
And at books my eyes must paste!

I reached for my pencil case
While my brows are arched and raised
Looking at the dotted space
Who knows what I must trace!