I stare at my work in a somnambulatory state; all I hear are words I don't understand. There's no feeling- no emotion. Words. The teacher speaks at an unconsistent rate; she sits at her desk doesn't even stand. The class is unsteady- caught in restless motion. Words. I feel my future can't be great; the teacher won't give me the upper hand. I understand none of it- not a single notion. Words. Just words.
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