Math Assignment

January 2, 2015

I stare hard at the numbers and sign.

I concentrate,

I rack my mind.

Minutes pass but I still haven’t a clue,

I try and try,

But I still don’t know what to do.

A formula enters but I still have my doubts.

I carefully work it,

Then suddenly holler, “Yes, I figured it out!”

I jumped for joy and shouted with glee,

I finished a problem,

I’m so happy.

I glance at my paper, the end of my perk,

I quickly sat down,

Damn it, I still have work.

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