Sh*t You Can't Not Have in a Classroom

Tue, 09/24/2013 - 19:24 -- npcnate


Nautica Dr.
United States
30° 28' 42.4092" N, 81° 38' 11.5728" W

The lights in this room are brutally bright.

The monotone voice of the teacher knocks me out alright.

The assigned class clown keeps interupting with what I think are jokes.

There's always a kid who smells like the pot they smoked.

"Wait a second! Can I see that last sentence?"

"Sorry Sir. You should've been paying attention."

"Don't we have air conditioning? Why's it so hot?"

I swear to your local deity my teacher just scratched his crotch.

There's always a kid that stays in a phsycological cacoon.

This isn't even half the Sh*t You Can't Not Have in a Classroom.



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