I arrive and sit in the back corner
wondering if I made the right choice
eighty people rush in speaking at once
I see the instructor my classmates
Introduce themselves it is now my turn
I stumble over my words feeling dumb
the lesson begins I take out my pencil
and frantically write what I see Lord
don’t let him call on me sweat drips drips
drips down my forehead the lead on my
pencil breaks I stare at the tick tocking
clock finally class is dismissed now to
prepare myself for the many days to
Come.
Inspired by Hazel Tells Laverne
Mariah R. Per.1st
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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