Classroom

Teacher's droning on, about something I should know monotone voices go on, raised volumes attack. So few respect my quiet those that do are rare. My quiet has a reason, for those who dare to listen, a magical tale. A tale of woe, strife, and joy. Few do listen to my tale. those that do will learn. Adventure with challenges, adventure between my ears challenges with fear. now fear of being laughed at cells of flat wood and cold metal, papers everywhere. Lectures of unknown language, Symbols I probably should know. stress running in me. expectations unspoken, the power of the screen lives. Now class is starting. Please take your seats now children. Let the confusion begin