Welcome to class tenth, they said, it’ll be fun,
But I think they lied—I’m always on the run.
Books stacked high, like towers of doom,
Assignments chasing me all around the room.
Math is a maze, I swear it’s true,
Algebra’s here to confuse me and you.
“Practice makes perfect!” they cheerfully claim,
But my brain just yells, “Nope, not this game!”
Science experiments sound kinda cool,
Until I spill chemicals like a total fool.
Physics? Oh great, more formulas to fear,
I’m still wondering why I need to care about gear!
History’s dates swirl in my head,
Battles and treaties, all long dead.
“Remember these facts,” my teacher insists,
But I can barely remember my own to-do lists!
Languages? Oh, don’t get me started,
My essays feel like they’re written half-hearted.
I try to sound smart with fancy words,
But end up sounding like a confused bird.
The board exams loom like a stormy cloud,
Everywhere I go, the word’s said out loud.
“Relax,” they say, “it’s just your future at stake,”
No big deal, just my career to make!
But through all the chaos, we still survive,
With snacks, memes, and late-night vibes.
Class 10 is wild, and sure a test,
But hey, at least we’re giving it our best!
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