Teen Ink

   Oh, how much I love this class,

I only hope that I will pass.

For this class I can't stop yearning,

Because it's Physics I love learning.

At seven twenty-five Physics is scheduled to begin,

To my face then creeps a big grin.

I would never consider coming in late,

For to miss even a second I would hate.

So, when class starts at seven twenty-five,

It feels so good to be alive.

Those forty-five minute I love so much,

For they are filled with vectors and such.

At the end of class, at the sound of the bell,

I must leave this heaven and enter a hell.

Because the rest of the day just cannot compare,

And I am left with a feeling of total despair.

(Unless of course I have lab,

Then my day isn't as drab.)

The rest of my day crawls slowly on,

In the rest of my classes I can't help but yawn.

At the end of the day, twenty till two,

I rush to my home to see what problems I can do.

(My afternoon is really great,

When my teacher assigns more than eight.)

When bedtime finally rolls around,

I pray that in my dreams will be found,

Lots of cars with constant velocities,

And other such atrocities.