A Poem: by Shayna

I am bored
sitting in class
supposedly taking notes.

My brains melt,
puddle like strawberry yogurt
draining out my ears
and onto my 80 sheet Meed notebook.

Dear G-d,
Is this my punishment for having pork fried rice
last wednesday?
It wasn't even that good!

Does this mean I have to go to Rosh Hashana services?
How about if just eat an apple and think about honey?
Okay, back to frequency modulation.
F**k this shit.
I hate my major.