Against the Clock
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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