Dear mister professor,
I take notes in your lecture
But once I pass my test those notes are useless like this classroom.
My dream is to make music
Become a nice producer
But nothing here is helping my to prepare for my future!
I know I have to pass
And pay attention in this class
But it bores me to listen when I know hours have passed.
We never interact
We never work in groups
There’s never any hands-on, it’s up to me and you.
I’m here ‘cause it’s required
But this class won’t get me hired
It’s irrelevant like a workingman who has retired.
I mean no disrespect
I had to get this off my chest
Because the notes that I collect are useless just like this subject.
I just want what is best
So when I graduate from school
I’ll have everything I need to show I’ve made progress.
And whenever I’m out
I’ll have nothing to stress about
I’ll turn dreams to reality and be the best one out.
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This poem is about me having a certain interest/major in school but the first few years I have to take a lot of classes that has nothing to do with my major. I feel like it is a waste of time and wish we could just get to the point .