Let's Just Get Through This

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I wiggle around my uncomfortable seat

PowerPoint lectures again? 

Her monotonous voice drones on for an hour.

Brriinng! Ah, the sound of freedom lifts me from my seat and out the door,

But my happiness is short lived.

 

In the halls mini skirts fly up like- oh my gosh, she's wearing a thong.

That boy is wearing a belt...but I can still see his heart covered boxers.

With my head down low, I shuffle to my next prison cell,

Getting stuck behind groups of loud women

Arranged, inconveniently, in the center of the hallway.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?!" I shout, then lower my head again.

 

Just seconds before the late bell rings, I crash into my seat,

My desk-decorated with swastikas and skulls- scrapes across the gross tile floor with a shriek.

Four minutes to get to class? Yea, that's enough time.

 

Why can't this be fun?

The exchange of  knowledge from adult to child should be joyous-not torturous.

Oh good, he's off topic again,

This is the War of 1812, not college football!

Your comb over is distracting,

There's something in your nose.

NO! Don't ask me to answer that question, I wasn't listening

I didn't raise my hand, ask Susie Sunshine over there.

 

We should learn history dates by singing-why not?

Teach me acronyms for English rules, and shortcuts for chemistry

Slow down old man, I can't write fast enough,

Wait, the exam is today? Thanks for the heads up.

You say I should have time to finish the homework you give me,

Last time I checked I had 5 other classes to worry about.

I have a life, sir

Keeping up with everything...

I might explode,

Just cut me some slack.

 

Slouched as far down as possible n my chair, the clock ticks on endlessly.

As I stare with dead eyes my teacher tells me I'll soon get scoliosis with my posture.

Who asked you?

If you weren't so boring I wouldn't sit like this.

 

See, this is the stuff I can't say.

My smart remarks aren't as accepted as the teacher's

My opinions are almost meaningless behind these ugly beige walls...

But that's okay, because that shrill bell will ring any second now,

If I can get through this, I'll be free.

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