Dear exams,
U know I hate you from the bottom of my heart from the very first time
When my mother caught me for preparing u
And scold me when I play in evening time
You done so wrong to me π
I want to know who invents this to us
To the time you came
The year seems to be finish very time
No playtimes and no outing
You only want the study time
From that oral test to writting test
I grew up and find the intersting way to deal with you and I called the cheating
I know this is not the right thing
But this not meant for me
When I have my weirdos with me
Growing and growing
I left all the exam pressure behind
I chill and write the exam with all my freshen mind ,I keep enjoying the time
And suddenly you turn the face around
And change the mode to online
What what??from this news
What would I saw on face the happiness or sadness
The better and bitter version is here
Of the so called EXAMS π€
You know what I love about this mode
Is there is no learning and kepp studying for you till the midnight hours and saying goodbye to your beloved sleepπ€©
No stress for what come in paper
To what to write on paper
No worry for the marks which I prayed from God last hour π€£
The only thing I hate about this mode
Is I missing friend who become teacher one day before exam, I bet no-one can forget this lesson from our unofficial teacher
It's the big point that we never learn from teachers seriously π€£
I missed asking that one pen from my crazy people's outside the exam hall
I never bought the same for you anymore
I miss out the entering of invigilator in hall
That happy and sad face I love
I miss the sign language decide with my friends
I miss going to the washroom to the exact time
I miss the time pressure and that 5 minutes extra time given to us
And finally the most missed statement
How was the paper ????
I keep myself here and missing the moments
And loving the way you are ❤️π―
U know I hate you from the bottom of my heart from the very first time
When my mother caught me for preparing u
And scold me when I play in evening time
You done so wrong to me π
I want to know who invents this to us
To the time you came
The year seems to be finish very time
No playtimes and no outing
You only want the study time
From that oral test to writting test
I grew up and find the intersting way to deal with you and I called the cheating
I know this is not the right thing
But this not meant for me
When I have my weirdos with me
Growing and growing
I left all the exam pressure behind
I chill and write the exam with all my freshen mind ,I keep enjoying the time
And suddenly you turn the face around
And change the mode to online
What what??from this news
What would I saw on face the happiness or sadness
The better and bitter version is here
Of the so called EXAMS π€
You know what I love about this mode
Is there is no learning and kepp studying for you till the midnight hours and saying goodbye to your beloved sleepπ€©
No stress for what come in paper
To what to write on paper
No worry for the marks which I prayed from God last hour π€£
The only thing I hate about this mode
Is I missing friend who become teacher one day before exam, I bet no-one can forget this lesson from our unofficial teacher
It's the big point that we never learn from teachers seriously π€£
I missed asking that one pen from my crazy people's outside the exam hall
I never bought the same for you anymore
I miss out the entering of invigilator in hall
That happy and sad face I love
I miss the sign language decide with my friends
I miss going to the washroom to the exact time
I miss the time pressure and that 5 minutes extra time given to us
And finally the most missed statement
How was the paper ????
I keep myself here and missing the moments
And loving the way you are ❤️π―
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