In Mr. Stredney’s 3rd Period class we whined,
Will we ever use this stuff in real life?
For reals… x’s and y’s? Sines and cosines?
Tangents and triangles? What do they mean, sir?
We used to line up like lemmings beside his desk,
Our scribbles on borrowed paper [needing changing].
And he’d get so flustered – our friendly teacher –
At our mass bewilderment that he’d take an eraser
To our puny conjectures and pencil-in correct digits,
That glass bottle pop-eyed genius, Mr. Stredney.
He tried so hard, [he was too kind] our Mr. Stredney.
All we ever wanted was to pass Algebra II.
Critical thinking could wait in line, for all we cared.
day 14 NaPoWriMo
for Real Toads