Sometimes I feel like I'm buried under a mountain
made of textbooks, papers, notes, lesson plans,
quizzes, tests, deadlines, and everything else
that I'm always falling behind in.
It's hard to breathe under there
and hard to see the light of day.
I claw my way through the rubble
and struggle to make it to the top,
uncertain of whether I'll make it out alive.
But I always do somehow,
and then I just bury myself again the next semester.