Calculus Is What Dreams Are Made Of

Classes of math All need to be passed Lazy-minded one cannot be Churning out graphs Until the last second of class Limits can be quite tricky Under rigor instruction Some actually learn functions Introduced by a genius of new Sine, cosine, and tangent Where so much time is spent How there was rule after rule All the best equations Taught without hesitations Done on a handy Mobi Right at the start Every day was a new art About derivatives and infinity Maybe I’m just guessing here Still even as the end of year Approached, I think, too fast Remembering all my years of math Even details of some teachers’ wrath My calculus teacher is by far the best --------- As I am bringing this poem to a close Decipher a title from the first of the rows --------- Expressing my final thoughts: difficult but plausible Opening a new door: just to be philosophical Forgetting my favorites: that’s completely impossible