A Day In The Classroom
Children, young adults, students, Anxiously awaiting the final bell. Legs shacking underneath of desks as the last seven moments pass. Disrespecting the professor as he attempts to conclude class through the fidgeting and movement. On the phone, paying the professor no attention. Talking amongst one another as if it were lunch hour. Beating the desk like a jembe. Respect is gone.
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