Calculus, O Calculus

Calculus, O Calculus, how I hate thee,

You're way too confusing, and not what you should be.

I try and I try to understand,

The complicated equations that you have planned.

With Anti derivatives and Tangent lines curve,

It's hard to believe that it's all so obscure

Velocity, acceleration and instantaneous speed,

If I wanted to take physics I would have signed up indeed.


Calculus, O Calculus, I can't believe what I'm about to speak.

But you've made me hate math within just a few weeks.

Newton's method and limits blow my mind,

It's crazy to think how much I've misunderstood in such a short time.

I'm tired of classifying functions and implicit differentiation,

And don't even get me started on linearization.

It's funny to think that I was once so excited,

To start your class and be so enlightened.


Calculus, O Calculus, do you know what's quaint?

All of your trigonometric equations almost make me want to faint.

There once was a time where I defended you so,

I told all of my friends that there would be no need to woe.

But with all of my classmates I am starting to agree,

Average rate of change is harder than discontinuity.

So with this, my dear Calculus, I bid you Adieu,

This is only the start to my revolution against you.

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