I’m hot and sweaty, boiling to death

Sighing a frustrated breath

Can’t wait till it’s done

In this uncomfortable classroom

It won’t be over soon

This is not fun

The scratching of pencils against paper

The frustration becoming greater

Symbols, I don’t know what they mean

An alkene?

Geography? History?

A mystery

I can’t wait to pass through those doors

Leave to the great outdoors

But first I must finish this exam

Well, that’s if I can