Can you believe she gave us
every other even number
two to sixty-six?
That's seventeen stinking
at a rate of approximately six minutes
per exercise, that's one hundred two
minutes, which, when rounded
to the nearest quarter hour
comes to roughly one and three
quarters of an hour of
I feel a little like an alien. My favorite classes of all time….Calculus 1,2,and 3 with physics 1, and 2 running a close second. The classes I hated….history…. studying the failures of our ancestors, world religions…. crap what a joke, religion, bah humbug!!! As for sociology and psychology I could have done without them also. Maybe I'm just not a people person.
oh my, this was highly entertaining. the irony, indeed, is there. oodles of them. the fact that he is going on about math and how much he is wasting on it seems to be beyond him as of the moment. knee-slapping goodness! i dont think this needs any nitpicking details. as to whether or not your piece's formulae actually pans out, it truly doesnt matter. as for the emotion, it rings true of a boy genius, in every sense of the word (a little cheesy suggestion, as the title is might be a bit misleading, "boy-genius").
a boy troubled by math, when all he wants to do is just to be exactly what he is, and a genius at being able to quantify how much his life is wasted on math! hilarity!. this reminds me so much of calvin (of calvin and hobbes. heard of that little guy?) and am envious of the writing. hence, faved...
when in reality, those of us who bothered to count know that that is less than 15 problems.
I like the irony in this. All the mathematical calculation to find out how long it will take to finish math homework. Nice.
I'm not a huge fan of the title, but the poem itself is much more important, so whatever.
My only other comment is that, while this was well-written, I'm not sure if I actually feel the emotion in it. I think you might be better off replacing a few periods with exclamation points or something.