When my sister was younger, she was tasked with choosing a poem to write about (or discuss, I can't remember). She chose a Shel Silverstein poem called "I Cannot Go To School Today!"
She said it reminded her a lot of me. At the time is really pissed me off :)
(The poem is below).
Over the past two years I've had evenings where I just dreaded going to class. I didn't look forward to it. I think I felt that way (at least once) throughout every course I've taken. I haven't felt that way about the capstone. It's a tough class, but it's interesting and the time flies by in the classroom. It feels unreal that I'm almost done with school. Unreal.
I Cannot Go To School Today!
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"