A poem that was written while I sat in the economics examination room with a lot of time to spare because I don’t know as much as I thought about this very hard subject which has now gained my ultimate respect
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Once again in economics, me and Dazz are here
We both are in trouble, we both have no idea
Good ol’ Dazz, my eco pal, my correspondance buddy
Maybe next time we’ll get together and do a little study
I thought I was enough prepared, silly silly me
I mean I read the textbook (between watching TV)
And now I sit with very much time gathered up my sleeve
I think that we should have a vote, when you finish, you can leave
All of those in favour, raise your feet and hands
But alas we cannot for no one understands
That 3 hours is much too long to simply sit and write
I thought that I knew enough, I REVISED IT ALL LAST NIGHT
Well actually I got my textbook, and recorded it on casette
And if only now you could hear my voice you’d sense a slight regret
That I only played it back three times, and a little bit
And I wake up in the morning and I can’t remember shit
With lack of sleep the deprivation overloads your mind
Especially when you get up three times, just to press rewind
See I don’t think this kind of learning really is for me
Or maybe I just don’t do it right, i’ll have to wait and see
I put some music on the start to relax me quite a heap
But I sing along to the songs and don’t get any bloody sleep
Is this the way to go about it, I think I got it wrong
I should have done all my work and read the textbook all along
But to me it is another language, I can’t read what’s in it
Then maybe if I had looked at it for longer than a minute
I’d now what the hell is going on with these lessons i’m left yearning
I’ve decided now to work in class, I think I should start learning
Cause it’s starting to get important, the time has nearly come
When I can pass my HSC and show it to my mum
And say “Ha Ha, see I passed, you didn’t think I would
Cause I went out to parties though you didn’t think I should”
But then on January 7th, I realise my biggest fear
The mailman says “You stuffed up son, looks like you’re staying here”
Another year with mum and dad, I begin to scream
Then I wake in the exam room...what a vicious dream
©Clinton Hoy 1996