five
This was written when I still thought getting a five on the AP Calculus Test was a big deal. It was the first AP test I took, so I wanted to do well. I was so overjoyed by doing well (and better than my then arch nemesis) that I wrote this song.You said I was afraid,
called me a primate;
Kept thinking I could never ever learn how to integrate.
But I spent so many nights thinking about L'Hopital;
I got it all.
Stopped using that eight ball.
Learned to think, in vector space.
I can do the math, always get it right, regardless of the base.
I should have taken Cal Apps,
I can go to G tri C.
If I had known for just one second
I'd have to stick through AP!
Now go, I'll take the test;
Watch Mr. Turkal stare,
stares out that window west!
Up to Charter field to practice on my lonely arts -
only found there – was integration by parts.
It was I
who scored a five.
Suffered all year in that damn class just to watch my grades nose dive!
I chalked it up to fate.
Now I'm going out of state,
since my five,
my precious five!
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart.
I did advanced geometry much better than Descartes.
Shed tears for my BC Cal class,
a forlorn junior all alone!
It didn't phase me!
One week later I beat _______!
In the mode, rad'n, not degree!
The free response was real easy, I love my eighty-three.
It, Yates, and Seat: my only friends
Turkal's slavery - a crime.
Now I'm having fun making friends, I now found out about playtime.
Now go, I'll take the test;
Watch Mr. Turkal stare,
stares out that window west [alternate lyrics]!
Up to Charter field to practice on my lonely arts -
only thing found there – integration by parts.
It was I . . .
who scored a five.