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14. Crooked Scale

I have noticed that schoolwork and social life are almost impossible to juggle evenly, so the scale aways tips to one side.

June 2008- Olga Taratuta

Little have I learned during my thirteen years of living
But I’m certain life’s unfair, we’re all puppets on a string
There were times when friends and boys were always on my mind
It was only my dignity and grades that were left behind
I strived to balance this crooked scale
But one side of it will always be frail
My academics glowed, and my social life chipped thinner
I never goofed off, and I was always home for dinner
Friends were scarce, and boys were a mystery once more
Barbaric behaviour and untamed parties were knocked ashore
Now I am myself, intelligent and witty
A hesitant kid in the big city
My marvellous grades are my pride and my joy
But what’s the point of being an A student when you can’t even say ‘hi’ to a boy?
This cycle has to end one day or another!
Or will one side of the scale always be larger than the other?
If only, if only, this scale would be straight
Not just one factor possessing the weight
So unfair…

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