O, Calculus, Calculus how can this be?

I work and I work, but I never see

any improvements in grades or in understanding.

O Calculus, who'd have thought you'd be so demanding?



Every night when I'm with you, I begin to shout!

When stuck on a problem, it's my intelligence I doubt.

In all my frustration, I pull at my hair;

my paper is wrinkled after I rip and I tear.



At night I can't sleep, you have me so stressed,

and at dawn you come, before I am dressed.

O Calculus, why do you treat me like this?

Would it hurt to give me a minute of bliss?



You tell me this work will prepare me for college,

But I don't know where I'll use this knowledge.

I'll just listen to you and do my homework,

praying to God I don't go berserk.