Boredom
Death hangs in the air,
but not a benevolent Death,
A jealous Death
   jealous of the Life
   that flows through the hands of youth,
it destroys it, feeding off it
it is a parody, a pale reflection
  of life, of beauty
  of the intricate dance of numbers
  of the reaches of infinity
  of the spirals of reiteration
suffocating and distracting potential,
bending it to the will of the APathetic Beast
until the student falls asleep
in Calculus.