I go to Calculus every day,

Waiting to hear what the tacher might say.

It doesn't matter what she tells us to say or do,

Completed assignments are so few.

We learn so fast it's hard to learn,

Making me want to go home and yearn.

As we take out our pencils I start to gasp,

Wishing I could be free from this class at last.

Knowing the end of Senior year is near, 

Gives me the courage to have no fear!