A poem from my class

When I was out sick before break, my class wrote me a poem...



“Ode to Kristen”

We missed you in math class today
And all the cool things that you say
Without you we go astray
Because we don’t know how to do derivités

Our graphing was just not the same
And our absolute extrema were pretty lame
Of course Sonya Kovalevsky’s fame
Is no match fo’ yo’ game!

You are the ln of our e,
You truly complete we
You’re the mx of our +b
Our class knows no math without thee