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The Radian Counter


Sitting in physics class, That glacial monolith of boredom, On a sudden whim of induced frustration, I found myself converting everything to radians, You can find a circle in anything, If you are bored in physics class. GPA’s, lengths of books, weeks and months, And so I sat, and calculated. I converted my life to radians, And realized, Assuming an average life expectancy of 80 years, That I was at pi/2. Then I determined the amount of radians in one second. And as the seconds ticked, I began to add up the passing radians on my calculator. And literally watched my life go away. Then I thought to myself, Do I really want to be spending, All these radians in physics class? And the answer was no. But I had no choice. The clock struck pi, And I continued to sit, As the radians marched on into the night.
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