Not Chem

He picks up speed

Doesn't think of slowing down

And if I object

I'll get the death stare.

He teaches so fast

Inside i want to scream

And I make it rather obvious

That I wish this was a dream.

You can try to jot it all down

But I'm sure you will fail

Just as you will do on a test

It's an age old tale

Such was my fate

In Sophomore year

Because I was stuck with a teacher

From whom I had much to fear.

And one year later

The whole topic is a blur in my mind

Even though I excelled in other Sciences,

Chem was a different kind.