The Class Nerd
Tap Tap goes my pencial as I wait in the front of the class for someone…
...anyone to raise their hand.
Just so it doesn’t have to be me, Athena, “the class nerd” “teacher’s pet;”
That’s what they all call me.
5 grueling seconds later...
I can’t take this anymore!
My hand shoots up,
“That would be the null hypothosis.”
Everyone in the class growns.
Once again, I am the nerd.
👁 1💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.