Good versus evil - always a challenge.
I hadn’t studied for the test my English prof was giving.
I’d shows to watch; I’d dates to keep. I’d been too busy living.
But as I went to take the test, the realization came –
I’d need a B to pass the class; my habits were to blame.
I read the questions on the page and instantly I knew it:
With all the learning I had missed, there’s no way I’d get through it.
Although not done with full intent, I'd sat down next to Teddy –
the teacher’s pet, an English ace. For certain, he was ready.
I couldn’t help but feel the urge to try to look his way,
but just as I began to act, a person whispered, “Hey!”
I nearly screamed and clearly jumped, but saw nobody near me,
yet someone whispered in my ear, “I wouldn’t do that dearie.”
Then someone on my other side said, “Leave the girl alone!
She has to look to pass the test or else the class is blown!”
“She’ll chalk it up to lessons learned,” the anti-cheat replied.
“She’ll make amends the second term when Right is on her side.”
“There is no need for second times; just let the woman cheat!
It’s clear the prof will never know; he’s sleeping in his seat!!”
I thought for sure the students heard these voices endless prattle,
but all were focused on their tests; ‘twas but an inner battle.
Reflecting on my parents then, about my father’s preaching,
of all the talks they’d given us, the morals they’d been teaching,
I knew I only had one choice – to take the F, embrace it.
But dealing with my parents’ wrath? I’d need more strength to face it.