Calculus MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   O, Calculus, Calculus how can this be?

I work and I work, but I never see

any improvements in grades or in understanding.

O Calculus, who'd have thought you'd be so demanding?

Every night when I'm with you, I begin to shout!

When stuck on a problem, it's my intelligence I doubt.

In all my frustration, I pull at my hair;

my paper is wrinkled after I rip and I tear.

At night I can't sleep, you have me so stressed,

and at dawn you come, before I am dressed.

O Calculus, why do you treat me like this?

Would it hurt to give me a minute of bliss?

You tell me this work will prepare me for college,

But I don't know where I'll use this knowledge.

I'll just listen to you and do my homework,

praying to God I don't go berserk.

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i love this so much!

Bdub555 GOLD said...
on Nov. 8 2011 at 9:10 am
Bdub555 GOLD, Keytesville, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"If you speak kind words, you will hear kind echos."

Feel the same way about calcus.  Great Job!


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