Perched upon a cold, hard chair
Paper and pen on the desk right there
Pick up the pen and you prepare
but the teacher up front gives you a scare
"You have half an hour!" she yells out
Panic takes hold and you start to doubt
Your ability to form answers with pen
so you frantically go through them again.
But before your thoughts get halfway in
the timer rings for you to begin
The pen's on the paper but it's frozen in place
your brain stays still, your heart starts to race
You read the questions again once more
then you smile and say "what was I anxious for?"
You write fast and with confidence
because now all the problems make perfect sense
With one last mark you throw the pen down
only to be scolded with the teacher's frown
but you smile and grin and mock and make fun
for the teacher has lost and you have won
The very next day you plop down at your seat
and with a merry laugh the teacher you greet
but she stalks right up, your paper in her grasp
and she too laughs out loud, a throaty rasp
Your grin and chuckle fade quickly away
as your teacher opens her mouth and begins to say
"You did quite well on yesterday's test,
although I'm not sure it was your very best."
You plaster a smile on but she's smiling too
and instead of words she decides showing you will do
You take a look at the test and your smile begins to taper
for there is a big red F right there on your paper.