were wasted in the classroom.
whether the subject matter
or the inept
instructor, something
kept you from
listening too hard,
or from raising your hand
to ask a question.
you were bored.
doodling, writing,
daydreaming,
staring out the window
at the freshly cut lawn.
gazing at the clock
on the wall.
waiting, waiting for
the bell.
twelve years and more,
were a painful
crawl.
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