Against the Clock

Wed, 09/25/2013 - 19:53 -- sammyh

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Rushing through the classroom doors,

Stuggling with books,

I enter.

The teacher laughs at my pointless efforts,

She says "Late is late, no matter why!",

I reply with "Can we get a break,

Or what?"

Never will I ever offer to help anymore, 

Embarrrassing me in front of students,

without concern.

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