<p>Suicide in the SAT Class</p>
<p>I knew a simple normal boy
Who grinned at life with empty joy
He slept soundly through the alarm clock
And whistled loudly as he walked</p>
<p>In SAT boot camp, cowed and glum
With sweat, and tears and lack of fun
He put a pencil through his head
No one spoke of him again</p>
<p>You smug-faced colleges with kindling eye
Who grin as dying students drag on by
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.</p>
<p>*feel free to give feedback on the poem!</p>
<p>I understand the stress that SAT classes, grades, and colleges put us on. My dad rejected the idea of me becoming an engineer because I should become a doctor in order to get a bigger salary. He thinks money is the key to life. He wants me to go to an IVY league school even though he can’t even pay for the tuition. </p>
<p>But we have to summon up the courage telling our parents that we don’t want to do certain things. I did, and it ended up putting me on my dad’s bad side, but hell with it. I want to do what I want to do. Sure they’re are your parents, and good children listen to their parents, but disobeying parents is okay if it’s something that will determine your life and your not happy with it. Talk with you parents about it.</p>