Regret
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    I sit down at my desk with my pencil held firm,
    No lecture today for we have a midterm.
    The first question gives the simplest mission,
    Shows a 3D surface and asks the definition.
    I’ve seen the picture before, I should know what to write,
    I close my eyes and remember last Sunday night…

    It was late, 3 a.m., well past time for bed,
    I set my alarm clock and laid down my head.
    Before long I heard beeping, it was morning already,
    I reached for the snooze, my hand slightly unsteady.
    Six times I hit it before I finally conceded,
    I jumped out of the bed and to class proceeded.

    But it was already too late at five minutes 'til noon,
    Even on a shuttle, I would not get there soon.
    I threw on some jeans and grabbed my backpack,
    I ran out of my dorm with no time for snacks.
    From South to North Campus is a very long trek,
    I started from Chapin, destination: Tech.

    I ran past Allison at eleven fifty-eight,
    When I reached Sheridan, I was officially late.
    The sign said don’t walk but I could have cared less,
    So I jaywalked that morning, it’s true, I confess.
    I first ran by the Arch, and then Kellogg and Lunt.
    I felt quite embarrassed, as if onstage – in front.

    To math I arrived and then found a seat,
    I was sweaty and tired, my face red with heat.
    Drawn on the board was a 3D graph,
    I saw underneath some equations and math.
    As the teacher paused and began to erase,
    The name of this figure escaped my embrace.

    Now on my midterm I see this figure again,
    It’s name and equation value points worth of ten.
    I shake my head sadly at this question I don’t get,
    And remember my snooze button with utmost regret.
    The lesson I learn is that snoozing is bad,
    When I get back my midterm, the grade makes me sad.

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