UGH, Boredom Kills, Like a snake bite in the brain, poison fills the gaps, and tries to put you to sleep. The Teachers Words blend together and become a mixture of vowels and constants. Attention is gone, until your name is called.
The room closes in and peers faces blur. I hear the annoying sharp voice of the teacher, pencils tapping on desks, and writing on paper, cell phone's keys click for texts to peers, friends, and parents.
All I do is pretend to listen, look up occasionally, nod, and write this poem. UH OH I've been called on. Recall the Words, Recall the Words, Stumble....*sigh in relief*. I got it correct. Luckily I understand whats going on.
Back to boredom, Back to sleep, back to the buzz of sounds in the classroom.
(Date: Wed.11/12/08)
(Time: 6th Period Spanish 1)
(Edited: Thurs: 11/13/08,5th Period Health)
(changed some words & added stanzas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, its like something that is very hard to get rid of but once its gone you forget it