Impatience

I'm a senior. Graduation is tantalizingly close

Math is impossible

Math is dull

Math wants to push

And I want to pull

 

I don't want to think

I don't want to work

Senioritis has got me

I may go berserk

 

I want my sealed diploma

I want my cap and gown

I want it all so badly

And I want it now

 

I'm restless and tired

I want to break free

Is it May Twenty-Second?

Please let it be

 

No, I'm still here

I'll have to wait it out

I'll have to do my calculus

And sit here and pout

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

calculus...eww! i remember this feeling though...i wanted to leave so badly. its funny how people say that you will miss school. 'cause i don't! memory: some good, most bad err, but more importantly lol nice writing. very fun and i'm sure many can relate...

[Barbara Walker]

Oh, I think alot of people will be able to identify with this poem, whether young or old. I love your rhyme scheme, this flows well and your tone conveys the impatience very well. Kudos! Barbara

[Adrian K. Smith]

I wish I could say I remember my Senior year, but it has been as long since as it took to get there. I do remember that I did not feel that rush to get out, and I do remember that I all but committed academic suicide and was lucky to get out. Then again, I did not really know what I was going to do...

This does not read like something I would have written. It does not read like something I would have generally read.

There is a certain sense of hope in breaking free, in wanting to get out there and in wanting to accomplish something that cannot be accomplished while working on some Calculus problem - that there is more to life that just Math.

It has spirit...

Great poem! I graduate on the 22nd too. I can totally relate to this!