I have a math teacher; I shall not pass.
He maketh me to show my ignorance before the whole class;
he giveth me more than I can learn.
He lowereth my grade; he pursueth me in the paths of ignorance for
his tenure's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of knowledge,
I cannot learn; but thou art with me: thy exams and thy marks, they abase me.
Thou firest questions at me in the presence of mine classmates;
thou annointest my head with problems; my notebook runneth over.
Surely equations and numbers shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the science hall for ever.
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