MATH

• Rohan Shelton, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I sat in my seat, head against the desk.
I can hear the clock ticking.
Time is not generous to me.
Tick tok tick tok goes the clock as time passes.
The teacher speaks with a droning voice.
She is as boring as watching paint dry
The desk is cold against my face, yet soothing and somewhat drowsy.
The kid next to me is making a racket preventing sleep.
The cold air conditioner is freezing and as unforgiving as the devil.
The bell rings and at last I am free.
The past is behind me, but we have homework