A Final Lament

Once upon a midterm query, while i pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
As I sat, carefully concluding, each question before me, brooding
Over something long eluding any knowledge I had before.
From now on, no more Halo, I have to start studying more-
Only study and nothing more

Oh if only I could recall what the heck is a Van Der Waal,
And why must professors make all their questions so obscure?
Eagerly I wished the marrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, the sorrow of a low test score,
And the fair and flawless 4.0 I was hoping for,
Gone now forevermore.

Suddenly my mind grew clearer with the end now drawing nearer,
'B' picked I, the answer is s²2s²2p⁴.
Now through the test I go, racing, all the fear within me facing,
Facing something much more frightening than before,
The possibility of taking chemistry once more,
Once is enough, this I am sure.  

Author's Note

Just for fun so don't be too critical ;)