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A Glance at Calculus


Calculus day one, I reviewed limits, Now was that actually fun? I decided I would have to commit. As time went on, we learned derivatives, that is when my brain was gone, if only it had preservatives! I struggled to learn, Each lesson expanded, I would toss and turn, With integrals I finally landed. Then off I went, I had a surgery, my mind was spent, It was then I begged for mercy. As I healed in bed, I worried about school, I felt nearly dead, and like a complete fool. I am back today, I have survived, and I'm filled with dismay, even when I've derived.
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