The ocean breeze caresses her skin
Though she's still in Math 103
It tickles her face and tangles her hair
Though she's still in room 118
The sun peaks out from behind the clouds
Yet she's still in Math 103
It warms the sand beneath her feet
Yet she's still in room 118
She falls in love with the sun and the sea
While she's still in room 118
At this point she's not sure she's going to pass
Pointless old Math 103
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
The ocean breeze caresses her skin
Though she's still in Math 103
It tickles her face and tangles her hair
Though she's still in room 118
The sun peaks out from behind the clouds
Yet she's still in Math 103
It warms the sand beneath her feet
Yet she's still in room 118
She falls in love with the sun and the sea
While she's still in room 118
At this point she's not sure she's going to pass
Pointless old Math 103
This was written April 4th, 2007, in my statistics class. Room 118 is the biggest lecture hall on my campus (seats 150) and every class taught in it is that much harder to pass because it's so big that nobody pays attention.