My Tuesdays are very chaotic,
Just like the 4th of July is patriotic.
There is no time for messing around,
When I get lost I do nothing but frown.

From one class to another,
I try to find my mother.
Running so that I’m not late,
Going to study hall I would hate.

When we finally get to lunch,
I barely have time to munch.
Recess comes so fast,
Before I know it I am always last.

The class that ends my day is art,
Each week we find out the project we’ll start.
Today we're supposed to paint,
But only if I don’t faint.

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