Professors Desk

Like a crowd of Roman folk, they've collected in the rise of chairs and desks for the day, to approve and disapprove. Ones kept a gape to his mouth peering into a bar of light on the ceiling; the turkey student. Another leans her knowledge heavy head on her hand; marching through the mind numbing pages of her psychology book, looking about the room to see who is more than likely to be the one that suddenly pulls a gun and starts shooting- probably the one intently listening in the back, obviously woken by the rush of lateness; the ones who smile are the ones who frown most.