Classroom Blues

Crack a smile

no one will know

hello, how are you

general sense

there are no individuals 

in a classroom of twenty-six.

 

Only attention

is when I put my head down

sick or tired

depressed

be ready to get yelled at.

 

Answer this, be called on for that

no teaching, just powerpoint presentations

of chapters that I've read.

 

What a day it's been

hungry and tired

ready to go home

but preparing for a quiz

for a subject I don't understand.

 

Music can get me through the day

but music I have to put away.

 

I hope this isn't the same tomorrow.

 

 

 

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