Untitled scribblings

(In one class of Basic Electrical Technology during the first semester of engineering, these lines came out on my workbook. While the professor was busy explaining the working of a three-phase induction motor, I wrote these lines, one after the other, in a single attempt after a heightened sense of realisation that I might not pass in the subject. I spent much of my time enjoying my hostel life at Manipal and revelling in its thrilling freedom which cost me some subjects.)

This is the situation that I get in,

When not slogging the whole term is a sin.
It's difficult to waltz with the subject's whims,
When the stacked-up tomes seem like distant kins.

The impending F-grade stares at my face.
Marks seem to elude save those of grace.
It's flummoxing to get through this maze.
Those transgressions have left an indelible trace.