Math Pain

A minute is an hour.
An hour is more.
When will this end?
I want to get through that door.

Five minutes passed.
Jeebus, I’m dying.
I have to go now
Before I end up crying.

”Do you know it or not?”
His face resembled stone.
I keep a straight face.
’Leave me alone!’

He grabs my desk.
I stifle a scream.
”Give me an answer.”
This is a dream.

”You spaced-out again.”
I should’ve paid attention.
He gets a sheet of paper.
Detention, detention.

He asks me again.
I show no fear.
This happens to me,
Every week of this year.

I finally crack.
I let go of tears.
He flinches a little,
But inside he cheers.

He repeats the question,
More kindly this time.
”I don’t know,” I mutter.
The bell finally chimes.

I grab my junk.
And dash through the door.
It always gets worse
Than the week before.

So I walk out of the room,
Happiness I lack.
Next time I’ll listen,
And sit at the back.