6:30 and the alarm is blaring on.

I roll and groan and wish it would stop.

Too late, my mom has dragged me out of bed.

Man how I hate Monday mornings.

The weekend flew by now I stand here dead.

And great, I just missed the bus again!

First three classes I thought I was going out of my mind.

Each minute decided to come up into my face and say “Hi”.

When is lunch time going to roll by?

Man how I hate Monday mornings.

I just totally missed what the teacher said,

And my ceramics project blew a hole in the kin!

Eighth period, will you just fly south?

I think I’m really going crazy now,

And I can’t wait for that final bell to ring.

Man how I hate Monday mornings.

Can’t I please just go back to bed?

Thank God I have six days before it starts again!