Thoughts of Math class

I feel inadequate as I sit In my math class and vent. Mundane class time is boring And when it comes to test and quizzes, I can't seem to find my grip. I'm in cold, white water flowing down a brook. About as high as my hip, My body strains to prevent a slip, And fall into the misery of what is known as a low GPA. But everyday seems to move slower and slower And my mind is trapped in a maze, Searching desperately for a way