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The teachers all hate me; I'm nobody's pet. 
Detentions I get by the ton. 
It's because of my freckles and green eyes-I'll bet. 
Gee! I haven't a bit of fun. 
When anything happens in this dead old school, 
They blame it all on to me. 
They call me a dunce; and they call me a fool; 
I'll get even, you just wait and see. 
It was only this morning I sat on a tack, 
I hollered, then looked at the door, 
The pupils all laughed till their faces were black, 
But I had to report to room four. 
On Latin and English, I slave day and night, 
Yes, and dry Ancient History too. 
I study so hard that it injures my sight, 
That's no lie, but it's only too true. 
Oh why couldn't Caesar have died in a fight, 
And sailed to the heavenly shores; 
A few years before he had started to write 
The story of his Gallic wars. 
My head's all packed up with "grammactickle" rules 
And predicates all in a heap. 
And Solomon's proverbs more precious than jewels, 
Say! How's a fellow to sleep? 
All fellows, you know, have got plenty of girls, 
But I haven't even got one. 
Wax dolls, powdered faces, and shining dark curls 
Don't worry or bother me none. 
My head aches like blazes, my ambition is dead, 
For I got two detentions today. 
I think of my low marks with unceasing dread, 
Ten points is a big price to pay. 
-Ben Aronin, '21.