Make the grade

Book 14 Page 25

Make the grade

I’m sitting in this exam room straining and racking my brains.

Thinking, thinking! desperately; “O I hope I make the grade.”

Got a bunch of trick questions, their testing my IQ.

"Someone has to fail" they say and to be frank with you, it’s best not be me / but you.

Now who was the first president? O I really really don’t care!

Thinking thinking desperately, pulling out me hair.

For I’m sitting in this exam chair feeling in a dream,

while society works out the dumb ones from the intellectual cream.

Got to compete with my fellow students, it’s me or someone else.

And for sure if I don’t know the answers, those examiners ain’t ganna help.

I think; “I’ll put a little cross in this square, yep I think he’s the right man.”

Tests are all about how much you can cram.

I think it’s him because I stayed up late last night cramming my head deep in books.

But hell I wish now I could just sneak me now another look.

Only ten more minutes to go, it looks like I’m ganna have to fake it.

That’s what you do sometimes in exams and then you, hope like hell that you make it.

And if I don’t, well it’s off to the dole for me,

and I won’t be one of those rich kids making all the money.

And If I pass, well it’s university and a career and success.

That’s what it’s really all about

and why I’m sitting here doing this God dame bloody test.