Belongings clashing through the air tight hallway. Everyone rushing to their next class without a tardy on their name.
Always scrambling to one and others lockers for the ten books we need for the next three classes.
Longing for the end of the day to come we push through, chattering our heads off.
Because everyone has piles of homework for each class we struggle to get it done by the end of the day; always squeezing some in during lunch and the spare time in between classes.
Of course we get it all done by the end of the day and get rewarded by the end of the day with encouraging words.
At the end of the day we all feel tired and drowsy but we know that we did well.
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