Disentranced

Sitting in class I seem to find That Math is farthest from my mind A straight A student i have been My own tradition, from Kindergarten But today Math class seems to be Of ill-importance not only to me For, as I look around the room At the once happy faces now filled with gloom I laugh and realize one day I'll reminisce And think of Math class and how I miss All the memories of my youth But as for now, here's the truth My focus is on more important stuff Graduation Day can't come soon enough