Patrice Delara P4
February 7, 2014
School Poem
My First Final
My teacher says that it’s easy
“You'll be fine”
“ You won’t blank out”
“No need to worry”
Ok Patrice, use this time to study
Then it’s time for the big test,
Not just any big test,
But the Final.
My very first Final.
Now concentrate.
My brain starts to swell up
Trying to remember
Pencil shaking
Palms sweaty, rubbing against my demin jean,
My hands seem to find themselves messing up my brown hair .
Come one Patrice, you can do this!
I have an urge to make an excuse
I need to throw up?
My great-grand pappi is dying?
Oh wait, I don’t have a great-grand pappi.
Perhaps I’m having a heart attack?
Hey, wait minute!
Isn’t that a song from Demi Lovato?
“If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack”
NO!
Stop!
Distractions!
Focus!
I’ll make it through,
Don’t give up and calm down
Take a deep breath
Come on, you can do it!
It’s time
Let’s do this
First question, 2+2=?
Oh dear...I’m doom...
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I can really relate to you with your poem about big tests. I think a lot of people can relate
ReplyDeleteI feel like I can relate to this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis poem incorporates really good description, especially with "pencil shaking" and "palms sweaty." I also like how you use interior monologue, which makes yours unique from other poems in the class.
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to this poem! Also, I really like the interior monologue and detailed descriptions. Your performance of the poem was incredible!
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