Filling out a schedule is fun to do.
Especially when it’s for the next school year.
But for one class I had a choice of two.
Advanced or regular? My choice was clear.
I’m going to take regular language,
But my mom says that it is too easy.
“If you take advanced you will have the edge.
The regular classes are too measly.”
I beg my mom, but then she threatened me,
“You’ll take advanced or no football next year.”
You are annoying mom, I thought with glee.
She glared at me, like lighting that strikes fear.

Maybe this class won’t be so horrible.
Crap, my success is incorrigible.