Fredanting Time Poem by anais vionet

I may look like a chear-leader - but I really am a cheetah
and after they pass those tests out - I'm going to beat ya.
I heard a student say, in the cafeteria near where I sat
'They really don't expect us to read **all** of that.'
and I chuckled to see the many headshakes of agreement.

Don't these people know that this is really an arena?
I was accepted to Yale before I finished ninth grade and now
I'm surrounded by these 'A' types who think they have it made
- until I eviscerate them with curve-crushing grades.

Learning is a passion, an exhilaration and release.
The last place on earth, that you ever want to be
is sitting in a classroom, competing against me.

'How'd the test go? ' He asks.
'Oh, ' I shrug and say, 'I think I did ok.'
Let me translate that for you, 'I made a feekin' **A**.'