Demotivation (You Make Me Hate Math.... And I'm President of the Math Club!)

Never before have I dreaded walking into my math class.
But this year my math teacher did something that
No math teacher before him could ever do;
He made me hate math.

Who would have imagined that a teacher could make
The president of the math club hate math?
Yes, I'm devoted to Mu Alpha Theta,
But no longer to this math class.

Everyday he tells us all how we're so terrible at calculus.
He says that will motivate us to do better
But it only motivates me to fantasize
About slapping him in the face.

Of course I would never do such a treacherous deed,
For I am an extremely honorable student.
All of my friends look up to me and
Even ask me for math help.

But this year I am no longer the best in math,
For my teacher makes me despise it.
He encourages me to do nothing
But fail.

No teacher, telling your AP Calculus BC students that they're stupid
When everyone knows we're the smartest kids in the school
Does not motivate us to study at night
So we can do better.

Do you honestly think that I am going to study
To try to impress a teacher that
I feel like doesn't even care
About my success?

All I am to you is another student that could score you fifty bucs.
All I am to you is a student number, 
A chair at a desk and a
Book ID.

If I am nothing but another unit to you, a robot per say,
Then how do you expect me to feel emotion?
I feel no desire to succeed,
I feel only demotivation.

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