Mrs. Buchholz

October 21, 2011
By Anonymous

I sit in this class,
barely awake.
My fingers get cramped,
from all the notes we take

Yell, yell, yell,
that's all she does.
She's an evil old woman,
impossible to love.

We come home with bundles,
that she expects to be done.
We don't even do cool stuff.
Geometry isn't fun.

How many proofs can there be?
Paragraph, 2- column, and flow
In twenty odd years,
none of this we will know.

It's not finished...almost

The author's comments:
Dedicated to my lovely Geometry Honors teacher.

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