School Days

The class room is cold Good thing i brought a sweater,i think as i take notes frantically because bad grades won't get me to first class get me a job get me a luxurious lifestyle. I picture my pen smoking from all the overwork, the way it would if i were on some sitcom. I picture what it would be like to hear the 4:30 bell ring and know that i am free for the time being,anyway. I picture you at school, great big campus, tiny little dorm room. my teacher talks of presentations enough to fill a book to the brim with notes,but my pen stops moving.