High school is:
Waking up too early,
To groggily waddle to hell for six hours;
Carrying a backpack,
Full of textbooks that can break your back;
Eating food,
That is not even edible to a raccoon;
Holding your bladder,
Until you think it very well might break;
Sitting still,
Long enough to drive you insane;
And then leaving,
To work on the school they assign for home.
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I would like to translate this poem
An unexpected start from high rather than primary.