As I forget all that I’ve learned,
My pencil meets the page.
The lights shine bright into my face,
My brain is on a stage.

Of more aware than staring eyes
This grim ordeal I am,
Not like a threat’ning audience
Is this midterm exam.

My eyes were bonded to my notes,
I forewent food and sleep,
From battle happy to return,
A man needs loot to reap.

The vista out the window shows
A house’s snow-capped roof,
Alas, it cannot help me solve
This mathematic proof.

The arm’s connection to its host,
Is noticed not at all,
Until its dripping faucet turns
A raging waterfall.

No knowledge gain lives in this trap,
Admit the cruel charade!
They’ve set our goal that we seek more
Triangular a grade.

A long cerebral holiday
Can be a blissful boon,
It’s only problematic when
It comes a day too soon.