We Login to canvas, hopes are high, the grade is seen
Eyes full of sadness, followed by, lowered self esteem
Really mad about the letter, sick of my behavior
Effort put in is bad, could do better, I am a failure
Not doing homework is a choice that makes me free
Oddly thought I wouldn’t care yet this grade haunts me
Screams and shouts in my head, everything is gleaming
Terrified, yet I realized that I am dreaming
Returned to reality, the grade is still real and I am unbound
Amused by my lack of motivation, I going to turn this around
Need a better letter, F this grade, get up off the ground
Going to improve with all my distractions removed, the path has been found
Ending procrastination, discontinuation of a characterization, success is inbound
Relapse won’t happen, time to get smart
Starting over is falling apart, like going back to the start
Today is not the day to fail, I will pass the class
Of course, I must forecast to surpass this class you need to study which is ass
Long night of rest, got dressed hoping today would be different from the rest
Only, I guessed, because I was stressed, this wasn’t going to be my best test
Victory maybe near, only time will tell, which I can not foresee
Effort paid off, I passed at last, the grade I see is C
Read the first letter of each line
Author: Josh Goodreid
Editor: Willa Rodencal
RIPE Magazine | Volume 1 