Mrs. Buchholz

By , Longwood, FL
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





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