I believe I may be Artificially Intelligent

I believe I may be Artificially Intelligent For many of my lessons were taught by fools Y’know, those pencil pushing test correctors The teachers in all the schools They gave us tests to ascertain The truth of what they knew That we’d complain about a D On assignments over due Taught us to write sentences A task that seemed so dire We went to sleep wrestling with A dangling modifier Teachers in the science lab Their eyes slightly askew Kept a clear path to the door Never knowing what we’d do Yet as it seems with all success Like the day I hit a homer I got to wear a funny hat And pick up a Diploma Thus, when they say: “must be AI” I flash upon the past Knowing that the “algorithm” Would be tossed right out of class.