I’ve allied myself with whom I thought were my enemies.
Now I see, that they are not my enemies, but they are my teachers.
They cause my brain to malfunction, causing it unable to respond quickly enough
Or sufficiently enough to their attacks.
But each time I fall, I learn how to deal with that same attack.
I can predict which move they will make next.
Not only do I learn how to deal with their new attacks
But I learn how to formulate my own.
My enemy is my teacher.

woah; i never though of an enemy that way. o_O i like it; it makes people think.

lols ^ what she said i never thought about teachers in that way, but now that i think about it, it DOES make sense o_O

thanks for the input so far.

its nice... it goes quite well with the play Educating Rita for english.... or at least the way i interpret that, which is entirely different from the rest of my class...

well done, lindsey