My college senior year
Is proving to be the most boring
Because most of my teacher
Were recycled
They were the same old faces
It’s not that I hate them
In fact, I love some of them
It’s just being with them
For the last six sem
Is beginning to feel like
I am married to all of them
My wife and I
Only meet at the end of the day
While these teachers of mine
I meet almost everyday
In the classroom or on the hallways
Or in the comfort
Of our uncomfortable comfort rooms
It’s not that I hate my teachers
In fact, I love some of them
It’s just being with them
For the last six sem
Is beginning to feel like
I am married to all of them
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LOL. Galing!
tnx
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