Anonymous
High School
October 2024
I walk into class, my brain in a fog,
Staring at numbers like a lost, sleepy dog.
The board’s filled with X’s, Y’s, and some graphs,
But none of this nonsense gets any laughs.
Pi is delicious, but I hate it in math,
It’s an irrational number leading me down a dark path.
They say math’s like a language—yeah, one I can’t speak,
When it comes to geometry, I’ve hit my peak.
Algebra feels like a bad dating app—
Trying to solve for X, but it’s always a trap.
Fractions? A nightmare, don't get me started,
Dividing my soul till I feel half-hearted.
Word problems? More like word torture for me,
Who cares when two trains leave at quarter past three?
I just want to nap, or maybe just cry,
Math, you and I? We’ll never see eye to eye.
But hey, I’ll survive this numeric abyss,
And maybe one day I’ll reminisce,
About this class that made me want to scream,
But for now, I’ll solve for Z… in my dreams!
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