Accomplishment

I tumble from my bed As sleep beckons, instead To math I do head This one class I dread. Math is not my skill Nor does it thrill But I take it still Like a bitter pill. I study extremely hard My brain now scarred As math does bombard I feel a little jarred. I do so carry on As the day does dawn To use my mental brawn To prove I am not forgone. Though this is not my forte Here comes the final day To see if study does pay I get my grade...it is an "A".