Don't be fooled –
your doctor watched the game that night
instead of studying for the test.
Your teacher too, I'm confident –
went to the bars the night they learned
what they're teaching you today.
They were hung-over and exhausted,
they hadn't slept all week.
They even might have earned themselves
a hangover with delight.
Yet they are here,
and things will be alright.
So much is pressed too tightly
upon us –
so much is weighted far greater
than it really is.
Relax, I say.
It's just a paper, after all.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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good, needs better ending though
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