Sitting in the center of Algebra Two
My thoughts begin to go askew
Arithmetic sequences
Swirl within my mind
As my thoughts seem to have no sense of time
All of a sudden
Bells ring ring
School is over
Yet I’m still factoring
Compounding, Graphing, Measuring,
It’s all so alluring
Imaginary numbers
Are the finest of them all
Especially when they’re exponential
Bread, peanut butter, and jelly
Soon remind me of matrices
But imagine if my grocery list
Could somehow turn into an axis
X-axis vs. Y-axis
Why not any axis?
How long should I have to think like this
To realize that mathematics
Aren’t only for fanatics
But for you and me
And even the absentee
It’s all a part of the system
The system of finding systems
Author notes
math contest in school
Could this all be in my head?
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nice poem
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nice poem. I don't know about you but I use to love maths that's because I had some good teacher who tutored me and I came out with high scores on the regency examinations. Thanks to teachers like Mr. Cocorus and others. Good poem
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thanks a million for the comment, i don't know why i haden't seen it before, I only seem to check my poetry account when im in school, so i'll have to check it more often now. Thanks again, oh and im just somewhat gifted at math, or i used to be, i thought it was fun. Now i just find it kinda boring because i know that i won't need it for what im going to major in
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