I get a little look from the guy sitting beside me.
I find I'm tapping my pencil to the cadence of the rain
I give a little "sorry" head nod and he goes back to work.
Hhmm.. I've chewed up my pencil again.
It looks wood chopped or shark mauled.
Maybe I should quit university and invent flavored #2 pencils.
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Get a education Don't be Stupid and give up! ! !