All the pressures of today’s society; to do well in my life are slowly getting to me.

My professors don’t care if I do my best because at the end of the day they still get that check.

What is the point of me even coming to class?

When the head of the room doesn’t care if I pass…

Why should I pay attention and listen to you?

When you couldn’t care less how I do…

How do you expect me to meet the criteria?

When you do not even teach the correct material…

All the pressure to get those straight A’s;

Boy, I remember high school… those were the days.

The teachers actually taught me what I needed to know,

Instead of throwing a random exam at me like, “Hey here you go!”

There were not quizzes over stuff that had not been assigned,

And it was much harder for you to fall behind.

Now I get up, get dressed, and go to class.

With a professor that refuses to teach us how to accomplish the simplest of tasks.

It’s pretty bad that as students we have to dish out the dough,

For a teacher that when asked guileless questions conveniently replies with a big fat “NO?”

How ridiculous it is that we pay for these costly sessions,

When the teacher upfront only sits and confesses.

Not at all about the material that we should be covering;

Just a blank, emotionless face that seems to sit there blubbering.

Why is it this person gets paid to sit and waste my time,

When this instructor isn’t the individual that’s dishing out a dime?