Physics Class
He enters the wooden door
Blue polo, that familiar scent
Quite ready and calmly standing
With some white powdery thing
I open my half-filled notebook
And I uncover my old calculator
Grabbed my pen from my pocket
With my brain as my only asset
Another problem from the book
Now we're solvin in our seats
Computin speed and velocity
Fillin our brains with atrocity
Focus, analyze and think
Just one miss and you're ruined
Small mistakes, slash half a point
Quizzes and exams, bloodstained
Is it just another terror?
Or do i see a great mentor
Giving us harsh problems
Trying to complicate theorems
Yet every challenge i call it fun
Its not all about academic run
But it's obtaining knowledge
He's a great man I'll always acknowledge
poem by Ben Henry Baang
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