The setting is Ohio State University about six or seven years ago in a huge lecture hall (approximately 1000 students) for a Calculus final. Apparently this particular calculus teacher wasn’t very well liked. He was one of those guys who would stand at the front of the class and yell out how much time was remaining before the end of a test, a real charmer. Since he was so busy galavanting around the room making sure that nobody cheated and that everyone was aware of how much time they had left before their failure on the test was complete, he had the students stack the completed tests on the huge podium at the front of the room. This made for quite a mess, remember there were 1000 students in the class.
I have many memories of senior math.
To take it would be to suffer wolf’s wrath.
I started the year with hope,
But now im stoned like im on dope.
First marking period I got a B,
Which soon dropped to a C.
The midterm was impossible,
Because I messed up the integrals.
I always fell asleep in class,
Which is why I didn’t pass.
As of now my brain is fried,
Even though I never tried.
And the one thing I’d leave behind,
Destiny—is there ever such a thing
That shines so bright with its hopeful arms,
As wings to guide for those who need it most,
As barriers for those who require it most, or
As a greeting hand for those who deserve it most?
It is a revelation into this life of sorrow, complexity, and attention.
The answer is yes and no, whichever course one may choose.
Only through experiences do we acquire knowledge
And from that we learn the wisdom of the world.