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Jun 03, 2006 15:36
Someone needs to write a good expressive piece of verse about the horrors of not being able to pass college algebra so i can post it here.
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ladykate1980
June 4 2006, 02:25:34 UTC
Team effort here yall. I got the first verse, who's up for the second??
I really wish,
that I could pass,
this mother-fucking
Algebra class.
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archer_of_topaz
June 4 2006, 03:27:19 UTC
Equations and figures,
who cares about those?
Boredom...and hatred...
cause' Algebra blows.
Okay...next verse somebody.
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Calculus is worse!
ookami_sama
June 4 2006, 03:59:37 UTC
The previous one is short and sweet, but I feel the need for a more arduous poem.
(*ahem*)
Passing Algebra
I brought my favorite pencil,
For good luck on the test.
It had always brought me luck,
So I even had it blessed.
I brought an apple for the teacher,
I swear it wasn’t a bribe.
I hoped to build up some karma,
And slip into Descartes’ jive.
I wore a bright red tee,
Said “Einstien’s my homeboy.”
Because everyone knows,
He was the real McCoy.
I really racked my brain,
For all the answers that hour.
And I truly felt like an ‘A’
Was well within my power.
Imagine my shock and disbelief
When I came back on Thursday.
I found that my perfect score
Was destroyed by a miscarried Faraday.
My mangled quadratic formula,
And my wonderful verse of fractions,
And my carefully dug roots,
Were the cause of great reaction.
It’s too late to withdraw,
And I’m bound by the core.
So I’ll have to come back next time,
And sit through this colossal bore.
Maybe the error was in my company,
Perhaps I should find a different buddy.
One not so comely,
So I can more earnestly study (
...
)
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jaded_believer
June 4 2006, 05:14:20 UTC
Wait... why can't you write it?
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ladykate1980
June 4 2006, 14:59:33 UTC
Dammit we had a good thing going. Okay, my verse was awesome, archer's second verse was the shiznit *waycool*, and YOU, ookami had to go and show us all up. THERE IS NO "I" IN TEAM YOU PUNK!
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I really wish,
that I could pass,
this mother-fucking
Algebra class.
Reply
who cares about those?
Boredom...and hatred...
cause' Algebra blows.
Okay...next verse somebody.
Reply
(*ahem*)
Passing Algebra
I brought my favorite pencil,
For good luck on the test.
It had always brought me luck,
So I even had it blessed.
I brought an apple for the teacher,
I swear it wasn’t a bribe.
I hoped to build up some karma,
And slip into Descartes’ jive.
I wore a bright red tee,
Said “Einstien’s my homeboy.”
Because everyone knows,
He was the real McCoy.
I really racked my brain,
For all the answers that hour.
And I truly felt like an ‘A’
Was well within my power.
Imagine my shock and disbelief
When I came back on Thursday.
I found that my perfect score
Was destroyed by a miscarried Faraday.
My mangled quadratic formula,
And my wonderful verse of fractions,
And my carefully dug roots,
Were the cause of great reaction.
It’s too late to withdraw,
And I’m bound by the core.
So I’ll have to come back next time,
And sit through this colossal bore.
Maybe the error was in my company,
Perhaps I should find a different buddy.
One not so comely,
So I can more earnestly study ( ... )
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