Confusion class

Nomads

College scouts everywhere; All have tags with a name
Act like I don’t care; My play must remain the same.
Try not to stare; Must stay focused on the game
To lose can not bare; Can not have any shame

The pressure is on for all; Starting to feel sick
Their sweeper has the ball; In I know I must stick
I now have control and mustn’t stall; I now quickly I must kick

There is the goal; To which the ball had soared
It was close to the pole; But I had definitely scored
It was added to my toll; as well as the score board
We played well as a whole; When the scouts were ignored


Class

Confident and eager I walk upon a class
Intelligent, anxious is the class before me
I can only hope that I will pass
Difficult and confusing is this poetry
My pen will write until it’s out of ink
I will try and do my best
I don’t know why, but I can not...