This morning I wake up to be in class,
But I wonder if managed this high class,
And as I ask myself life questions,
Others are asking topical questions,
I thought we were all not understanding,
But it's my mind being too demanding.
He is teaching on brucella and bordetella,
But I stray and think about tea and nutella,
And as he continues, the contents flow,
But I hear them differently, lines flow.
Exams are looming around the corners,
My mind assumes them as foreigners.
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