Beginning of my senior year,

The times are looking bright and light

I enter my advanced statistics class, not expecting much.

My teacher breaks down the class' semesters,

My cheerfulness degrades to a sorrowful groan.

Z-scores, confidence intervals, parameters? What are those?

Test after test, I go further into my shame.

Test after test, my GPA follows my pride.

Test after test, I’m ready to die.

Why is this class so hard to comprehend?

Why is my knowledge not enough?

I’m trying my best but to no avail.

Until, one day, I stumble upon my saving grace. 

I found explained answers to our textbook assignments, 

So I ask more questions in class and participate more

Now, my grades are much better and I understand the material

Hopefully I pass my final exam,

so I won't ever have take sad-tistics again.