My Brain's Been in the Blender

My Brain's Been in the Blender

My brain's been in the blender
And I fear I'll go insane.
As beaters of assignments
Do inflict a draining pain.
A cup of milk’s been added
To make me smoother yet.
It takes off all the corners.
It’s worry, fear, and sweat.
I’m beat and beat forever.
When will this process end?
Just when I think they’re done
They turn the blender on again!
Different fruits and flavors
I once used to be.
(English, Music, Hist’ry,
And Biology.)
Now my facts seem all confused;
I surely have a blend.
Was Sophocles in the Civil War?
Was Lincoln Beethoven’s friend?
What will these classes render
At NGCSU?
My brain’s been in the blender
And I question, “how ‘bout you?”