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