I remember when I hated school,
But took it too seriously.
It was an ego trip for me.
I remember when I liked school,
But took it far too lightly,
Seeing how cool I could be.
I remember when I went to school
As to a social club: to meet,
and reconvene repeatedly.
I remember when I thought school
Was something best left behind me,
No more than scratch paper and memories.
Now, I am in charge of the scratch paper.
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