A brief sigh of relief.
One quarter down,
Two classes done
I didn’t give in,
didn’t even give up
Thought I wouldn’t make it
Thought I wasn’t smart enough
My head is held high
As my best surely was enough
Now I look forward
To my next set of classes
With little bit of confidence
And a whole lot more knowledge
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