I sit in class waiting… daydreaming… bored. 

Should I start with notes or close my eyelids

Alas, my distraught mind can find no cure. 

An end’s nowhere in site; heaven forbid. 

The hour hand ticks, 12 minutes to ten

30 minutes of short freedom from class

I guess half an hour will suffice then 

I am hoping next class will fly by fast 

The loud bell reverberates through my ear drums 

I drag my drowsy body down the hall

Bored as well, the person next to me hums

Dismissal called, I rush through doors and fall

Finally, I arrive at my drive way 

Now I study for the rest of the day