Procrastination in Motion

With apologies to Shel Silverstein:

"I cannot take my final tests,"
Said youngest Graber, Becca S.
This harmonic homology
Is not in my biology
My φ looks like x, my x like y
And don't get me started on drawing π
My practice tests by Death were kissed
I've counted sixteen answers missed,
And there's one more--that's seventeen
Now don't you think my odds are lean?
The book on groups Noetharian 
Might well be in Hungarian
I measure vectors (measure twice!)
The numbers never turn out nice
My brain hurts when I try to find
x² + y² + z mod 9
My back is hunched (which is the norm)
Like a Fourier transform
It's freezing out from all the rain
Did I mention cos is a projective pain?
The cold makes this girl's nose all runny
(Actually, it's woman, and that's not funny)
TOP has thrown me for a loop
Even when I commute (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) to my study group
My lines are bent, my curves are straight
If the answer's 6, I get minus 8
My brain is empty, like the void
'twixt sheets of a hyperboloid
My functions don't, and my paths are--what?
What's that? I need to glance
at my notes to stand a chance?
Whatevs, I'm going out to dance."