A day in a lecture room,
Is like a nightmare.
I can stare at the broom,
Rather than listen to her blare.
She rambles about the same thing on and on,
My interest in her is long gone.
No matter how hard I try to concentrate,
My attention in her always disintegrates.
She always catches me whenever I talk,
Even if I'm passing on just a piece of chalk.
One moment I think she is still looking at me,
Then I understand its actually the girl behind me.
So I heave a sigh of relief and another comment I pass,
The next thing I know is that she is throwing me out of class.
I walk with my head down, towards the door, really slowly,
The moment I step out of class, I look up and say,"Finally!"
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