A poem for the last day of CS 2110.
A student asked me today if I had a poem about the class we were in. I did not. Now I do.
We came into the room a dozen weeks ago or so
And promptly started learning over what we used to know.
Then, once that learning over part was done, new topics came,
Like how an interfaced design can make our code more tame.
We learned about generics and we played around with Scrum,
We even played with Android, which some loved, some thought was dumb.
Recursion and analysis of trees and how to sort
were topics that we turned to as our time was growing short.
The semester now is over, just one test is yet ahead
And we know that soon most that we learned will flee out of our head;
Still, we hope some echo lingers, that our brains more nimble grew,
That some topic that we learned in here will aid what e’er we do.
Some of us will move ahead with classes much like this;
And others, asked to code again, will simply boo and hiss;
But either way, the class is done, we can’t roll back the time.
If nothing else, at least its passing brought about this rhyme.