Hadley, Hadley, Hadley,
I leave your class so very sadly.
Full of knowledge and your super funny jokes,
The bell rings, and a stabbing pain in my heart pokes.
Your passion for these novels is definitely unique,
Some might even call you a geek!
You love Brave New World and all of its quirks,
Your students, on the other hand, prefer other works.
Your essays feel like torture, the tests may be even worse,
Every time we take them, we feel wronged by the universe.
So many questions, but so little time,
200 questions should be a crime.
I hate to complain, I do like your class,
But sometimes, all I want is for it to pass.
Your love for teaching is shown in every lecture,
Each new day is like a new adventure!
Now, looking back, I think every junior lied,
Honors English II has been a nice ride!