Life is a never ending test

The bubbles on the scantron become the people in our life

A test in which nobody finishes

Trick questions are apart of every question

The True and False become harder and harder to differentiate

The easiest portion was writing your name yet it was done by someone else

People become prone to perfecting their personalities like the tip of a pacific

No Eraser insight to erase your mistakes

Retakes are possible depending on who you talk to

People look over their shoulders for answers only to see the person who was helping you has already turned in their test

Once it is too late we end up regretting the bubbles on the scantron

We want a do-over but there isn’t one

The grade is final

Only person to blame is yourself

If only you would have studied more