Every Tuesday and Thursday

Or maybe it's monday, wednesday, and friday that week

I got to class only to sit in the same seat.

I sit in my chair which lies beneauth a metallic desk.

It feels like a routine but it's everything but that.

New material, new thoughts..

I call it progression.

I see the evolution.

Still every other day I sit in the same desk.

I see the same faces

except the select few days where few neglect to show.

I still feel the routine.

We all talk

I engrave the material into my mind

or the little bits that seem to matter here and there.

Like wires running through my brain transferring everything to flood my mind.

Like electricity, the brains which occupy our class room

run to generate the progress our classroom makes.

Sometimes it feels like we take a step forward

only to take 3 steps back

but even then I see progression.

I speak with the new words that are embedded in my brain

from the countless weeks of vocabulary.

Apathy, Reverence, Enigma, Fallacious.

words and letters tumble in my brain.

We reflect on the good and bad as we learn from our mistakes

we vow to change our ways and if any contrast such things

they can walk over to their folder and retrieve the test which taught us so.

In Our Time January 27th 2014.

Now we have reached the end of our year

As we get closer and closer to the test

That test which in some ways resembles January 27th 2014.

In Our Time by Earnest Hemmingway, that factor

I remind myself of the potential that surrounds me.

I remind myself of the change in character within myself.

I may still procrastinate or slack off here and there

but this class has changed me for the better.

Tomorrow I will walk into class

I will sit in the very same chair at the very same desk

but I will listen to new things that are said from every person around the room.

Because this is a room full of so much potential and influence.

The students in English 3.