Three

I thought I loved what you taught.
All year long, I’d listen to you when no one else would.
I loved it when I found out that the septum separated the heart into two,
and when commensalism meant benefits for two parties.
When exams came along, I thought I’d be ok.
I thought I understood, I only needed the passion for the subject.
I mean, all year long, I had listened to you when no one else would.
It was the subject that brought everything together.
Every chapter made sense in the next topic learned.
It was then that I died in exams.
How the hell was I supposed to know what Dark Reactions were?
It was like some kind of fucking Star Wars extract or something.

This subject was a mess to me.
The numbers were Arabic, the lectures in Chinese.
There was a simple goal that I needed to achieve.
Don’t fail your ass, or you’re not getting back in next year.
And I listened to you with open ears, which closed for a while, a few times back.
And unfortunately, that’s where the cracks began to appear.
To apply what you differentiate, yes I knew there were rules.
Like that silly chain rule, who would have thought it could be all that tricky.
And on top of that, factorials were a bitch.
I tried my best to differentiate the problems.
What was it that I needed to understand?
Two for the road, and yet again, I died.

My final explosion was due the week after.
It was like a silent attack, like the ones they give to stop your breathing in your sleep.
I was stressing out, wondering why I needed to take this exam,
But I was also wondering why Jack was becoming so annoying on Lost.
Yeah, I was slipping away, giving up on the concepts of Mole.
I wasn’t going to be finding out “Percentage Purities” anytime soon.
Hell, I didn’t even know what a Hydrogen Fuel Cell is.
And that was a nine mark essay question.
What I was so fixated on, was why it was so hard to gain understanding.
Why this subject just wasn’t my element.
But for the whole “redox” thing, I guess I was ok.
But still, I think I died anyway.

-J