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Sorry to interrupt


When I show up to your office

it's just a room of judgment

you look displeased and bored

even though you said our time would be well-spent

"Come to my office hours," you said to the entire class with a smile

So I showed up on Wednesday morning.

"I'm a freshman," I muttered

As a shield against your glare

Maybe you'd take pity on me

But I've never seen eyes roll so far back into someone's head

I would have been impressed

if I weren't traumatized

You really should enter yourself in an eye-rolling contest!

You'd take top prize.

You acted like you were doing brain surgery

and I walked into the operating room

I glance at your computer

You minimize your Facebook

I pretend I didn't see

But I did

You should post a status about our encounter:

Tried to show student my impressive eye-roll talent. She yelled, "I'm a freshman," and ran out of my office.

I'll chalk it up to misunderstanding

Good luck at the National Eye-rolling Convention!

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