Goodbye holidays. ):

I feel like writing a poem. To describe the very ugly feeling of having to start school tomorrow, especially when I haven't even touched even ONE of my homework. I am such a pathetic loser. This procrastinating habit is really getting out of hand. Someone call 999!!! D: D: D:
Routinal Torture
The alarm by your bed,It cries with aggression,With an automatic flex,Your hand hits it silent,
Rolling in bed, drenched in sweat,Eyes close but your mind is awake,With one last grunt you pull yourself up,And then complain as you get out of bed,
A rush to clean yourself from head to toe,Breakfast left untouched, you're late,Like every other day,Is life going to end this way?
A ride to this institute of boredom,Your school bag weighs you down,Another moment it's Sports! Exam! Homework!Clutching your ears tight to drown out the sounds!
Six hours of drilling torture,The bell rings but you grunt again,Because no, it isn't time to go home yet,Your co-curricular activities are just about to begin!
At 4pm you're totally wiped out,You think of your bed with comfort,And then another thought tugs at your mind,"Oh shit, I've got homework!"
Are we going to survive?Until SPM 2009?How are the A1s going to come our way?When it's this kind of routine EVERY SINGLE DAY?
Do your jobs, academic administrators,Don't let us do all the doggy work,24 hours is all we have,How much more do you expect?
Spare your students the time to RECHARGE,We aren't your electronic gadgets or technology tools,Batteries are running low,So much similar to our interest towards school.
Save me. Ciao.