I was waiting for my friend Chelsea to get out of her Research Methods class at Fordham University and got bored so I wrote a little poem. She and I had previously been discussing how learning in a collegiate atmosphere, one guided by test scores and such, seems to promote forgetting everything as soon as the test is over.
Formulas
Gray stone walls towering
Limiting my mind's force
Can I save thoughts superimposed
Or will I this memory divorce?
Remember the quadratic formula
Because life is all xs and ys
Please: "Punch in these numbers..."
For equations never lie.
Now that I step outside
The high, steep barricade
There is no calculator
No study sheet to aid.
So I sit and ponder
And watch the clouds go by
And come to think that maybe
Even noble formulas can lie.
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