Irritation over a test

Oh, fun. Another stupid test,

But this time we don't have to write a poem,

(Or mine would be the best.)

Instead, the study questions are

The assignment we have to do right now.

I don't believe I'll get too far.

Right now I aught to be doing my work,

But I could care less about that stupid thing.

Why's Mr. Smith being such a jerk?

Ten minutes are left in this class,

That's not near enough to finish the questions.

A pity, I don't think I'll pass.

Eight now are left before the bell rings,

And I feel that I should scream

"Why do we need to do these dumb things?!?"

I get serious and scribble like mad,

But now it is too late to finish.

My circumstance is really quite sad.

Oh,what's that? The bell has rung.

My time is all up, the

Fat lady has sung.

I slowly stand, showing my fury,

Slap it on my teacher's desk

And turn away in a hurry.

I feel that it was a failing grade,

Or at best a C, vs. my usual A...

I hope that a habit was not just made...