Unsupervised lesson

Noise, broken furniture, glass-shards All barely miss my head School-bags, pencilcases and jackets, Hostages to trade for stolen rubbers Footsteps in the distance Door opens with a bang Chair-leg scrapes teacher's face Quiet fills the room "Where is your teacher!?" Guiltily honest faces answer, "Photocopying papers, miss." Door closes; riot returns Shrieking girl jumps out the window Thank God we're on the fourth floor I'm knocked over by a flying body Yelled obscenities fill the room I should really get out of here.