Bound By A Notebook

Poem 2: Suffering Through Algebra

I sit in my seat against the heater
The mornings are too cold
It's my first class of the day
Algebra is getting old.

I look at the bell ringer
And I curse silently to myself
One of the things I hate the most
Finding Quadratic Formulas..

I struggle to understand
What the teacher is drilling in our minds
I look at my watch on my left wrist
It's just now 7:55.

I prop my head up using my arm
Sheesh this class is killing me
I feel sorry for the other 100 + kids
Who are suffering through Algebra.

I would rather be in science class
The last period of the day
A least I can understand the content
Better than this excuse for a course.

It's either fuction notations or sequences
Reducing radicals is a mess and mayhem.
Linear equations I can never figure out..
But I seem to do fine in patterns.

I wish I could switch my class
But that won't be too easy
Trimester 2 is half over..
Soon it's Trimester 3

Algebra 2 won't be my 1st class
But nonetheless, its in my schedule
Oh my freaking gosh..
Someone strangle me now..

I sit in my seat against the heater
The mornings are too cold
It's my first class of the day
Algebra is getting old.