Monday, January 18, 2010

A Professor's Lament

My Global History II class is so boring it is impressive, but I can't help but feel bad for the professor. I wrote this poem in class and the drawing on the side is of my friend John who was taking a nap.
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The old man behind the podium speaks
- Does anybody listen?
He tries to talk loudly, waving his arms
- His old, tired eyes glisten
My distracted friend is playing tetris
- But still the old man goes on
The girl behind me is surfing the web
- Stopping only for a yawn
The tall boy in front of me is asleep
- I see the desk meeting chin
And I? I stopped listening long ago
- But the old man won't give in

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