[jwallace15]

So in my English 11 class, our most recent writing assignment is to create a sonnet about something we are passionate for/against. I chose to write mine about robotics, and being able to leave school and enter a world where things like cliques and popularity don't matter (but rather ideas). That being said, here it is;

I trudge like a sleepy sloth into school,
In preparation for a lot of work.
The ignorant make it hard to keep cool,
Testing my power to not go berserk.
I dream of where metal can meet the mind.
I lust for all ideas to be explored.
Although some stress can put us in a bind,
Robotic success is our big reward.
As the school day comes to a sweet, sweet end,
I start my journey to room one-four-one.
Knowledge is what I will soon apprehend.
Constructing a robot has to be done.
Finally I’m equal to engineers.
I will no longer be riddled with tears.

(for clarification my school's robotics room is room 141)

Do you have any thoughts? Also, do you have any thoughts on a title? It's due tomorrow and I don't have any ideas for a title... The poem itself I'm finished with, unless you have any pressing critiques to open my eyes to any issues.

Thanks!